Not too long ago, my mom and I went to see a movie together. As we approached the concession stand, the young man at the counter, was flapping his right hand about in the air. He said he had a problem with his hand and couldn’t control it, and didn’t know why it was doing that. We both laughed, thinking he was just being silly. As we walked away after paying, it turned out he was dead serious. He wasn’t laughing and his hand continued flailing about, as he served every other customer in line as well. he wasn’t even smiling, and it was definitely no joke. We were both so embarrassed, we wanted to go crawl under the seats, for laughing at him. The guy looked 110% normal in every way but that, and the nonchalant way he explained his ailment, seemed sarcastic at the instant.
Has anyone else ever had a very similar, horribly embarrassing experience?
i dropped a baby once
i was at a friend’s house and another couple who i had never met showed up.
they were passing around there new month old baby
my friend gave it to me
i wasnt paying attention and it rolled off my lap and onto the floor.
there was alot of crying and screaming and apologizing
mom and baby were upset too.
it was the great chicago snow of 1967. i was in second grade. as the snow piled up, we were instructed to leave school early in order to get home before it got too bad.
we were paired up in order to get home safely.
i was paired up with arnie harris who was much bigger than me. he was able to step through the snow relatively easily and he quickly got ahead of me. I shouted after him “arnie! arnie! wait up!” but he either did not hear me or want to hear me. as i struggled to keep up, i stepped in a large drift of snow and my foot pulled up out of my boot. i was left standing in the snow in foot protected only by a sock.
i started to cry and scream.
the lady who’s house i was in front of ran out to help me.
she asked me for my name and where i live but i was always warned by my parents not to talk to strangers so i remained silent.
then the mail man came by. these were the days when mailman delivered on foot carrying a big leather bag. he came over to me and asked me to stop crying. of course i just screamed louder.
the mailman in frustration then said “if you dont stop crying i’m gonna hit you with my bag”
is there any wonder i’m so messed up today?
and that i’m still afraid of mailmen
When my cousin Elissa was only a year or two old, she was playing with me and my brother on the couch of her parents’ house. The three of us were alone in the room. As I was having her passed to me by my brother, somehow we fumbled the handoff and she tumbled headfirst into the carpet. She cried like a motherfucker but suffered no immediate damage.
She’s 11 now and going on 21. I tease her all the time about this.