# I'm a klutz

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [April 28, 2005, 12:06am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461 "2005-04-28T00:06:35Z")\
**Posts on this page:** 6\
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**Author:** ![N.Sane](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/f19dbf/32.png) [@N.Sane](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/N.Sane)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 12:06am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/1 "2005-04-28T00:06:35Z")

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I **really** didn’t want to go make that last home visit today. I had a training class that got out about 3:30, so I went home and played computer games for an hour, and thought seriously about calling to reschedule. But I knew my client had left work early so I could meet with him, so I did the right thing and drove over to the house. As I was walking up the sidewalk to the front door, I somehow managed to lose my balance. I took a few drunken staggering steps before falling face first onto the sidewalk. My cell phone, keys, notepad and pen went flying. I took the skin off the heels of my hand, twisted both wrists and, I think, sprained my right wrist.

Ow! ☹

To add further to the indignity, I was wearing a dress. Usually when I’m going to be visiting clients, I wear pants because I never know what condition the house is going to be in. But since I had to go to a class, I dressed up. So I also got runs in my pantyhose and scuffed the toes of my shoes.

grumble gripe complain

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**Author:** ![mrklutz](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/ebca7d/32.png) [@mrklutz](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/mrklutz)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 5:07pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/2 "2005-04-28T17:07:50Z")

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At times like that, it’s best to have a good, absurd explanation handy for the inevitable “What happened to you?”

You know, something like “Oh, this. I had to wrestle my iPod away from a rabid llama. No biggie.”

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**Author:** ![Little\_Bird](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/3ec8ea/32.png) [@Little\_Bird](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Little_Bird)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 5:11pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/3 "2005-04-28T17:11:19Z")

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> [@mrklutz](#):
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> At times like that, it’s best to have a good, absurd explanation handy for the inevitable “What happened to you?”
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> You know, something like “Oh, this. I had to wrestle my iPod away from a rabid llama. No biggie.”

It’s always great to have an expert speak up in situations like this! 😃

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**Author:** ![Ethilrist](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/ethilrist/32/4604_2.png) [@Ethilrist](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ethilrist)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 5:12pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/4 "2005-04-28T17:12:05Z")

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**mrklutz**

:dubious:

No relation?

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**Author:** ![cher3](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/da6949/32.png) [@cher3](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/cher3)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 5:13pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/5 "2005-04-28T17:13:15Z")

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Ow. I did something very similar a few weeks ago and ended up with a HUGE ugly bruise on one knee, a scraped elbow and various other minor ailments. Plus, I was just sore all over the next day, for some reason. It was a really nasty surprise. I haven’t fallen like that for years and it really brings home the fact that you don’t weight 50 pounds anymore.

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**Author:** ![Podkayne](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/edb3f5/32.png) [@Podkayne](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Podkayne)\
**Post date:** [April 28, 2005, 5:17pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/im-a-klutz/301461/6 "2005-04-28T17:17:26Z")

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I hear ya. During my Official Worst Day of the Year 2004, I slipped on some damp pavement (It was January, but it wasn’t even icy!) flailed spectacularly (all in front of a crowd of spectators, of course) and came down hard on my left knee, ripping out the knee of my favorite pair of slacks. First time I’ve ruined a pair of pants since I was, like, ten years old. It was annoying to rip my pants, and humiliating to do it in public, and my knee hurt for a week. (And that was just the first of three really rotten things that happened to me that evening.)
