My sister is standing behind me and asks for her change. I reach back with the hand holding it, and hit the glass of soda and ice cubes that she is holding. An ice cube pops out and hits her square on the nose.
I wish I’d seen it happen.
I was helping my friend move a huge model of a castle he had made, it was the size of a kitchen table and weighed about 70-80 pounbds. It required 2 people to move it.
As we start going down the stair, a fly landed on my nose. I shook my head and the fly would fly off for 2 seconds and land back in the same spot. I rub my nose on my shoulder, same 2 second readjustment by the fly. After about 5 of these, my friend sees what is happening and starts laughing. After 5 more quick ‘launch and land in the same spot’ flights by the fly we are no longer able to hold the model.
The whole incident lasted less than 30 seconds but felt much longer.
We were in Bali one year during Nepi, a celebration that includes much revelry to begin. This 10yr old obnoxious tourist kid had a bag of fireworks in one hand and a wick/ember thing in the other to light them with. He’d been banished to the other side of the narrow road, away from where the adults were trying to have a pleasant time watching the processions and socializing, but was still being damn annoying. Every couple of minutes, BAM!, and he appeared to have enough fireworks to go most of the night!
Then the kid accidentally dropped the wick thingy into the bag of fireworks, and the result was identical to what every cartoon illustrates. One after another, they all ignited, some in unison, the bag spun and occasionally took brief flight, and things shot out randomly. It was very sudden, quite spectacular, and amusingly different from watching controlled fireworks displays.
And after two or three loud and amazing minutes, just a cloud and an unhappy little shit somewhat dusted in soot remained. Those on the opposite side of the street cheered in recognition that it was all done in one! And, with that, everyone had a most enjoyable evening, watching the festivities.
Was shot in the forearm with a BB gun as a kid. The BB lodged in my skin without breaking it, so I had the very cartoonish-feeling moment where I looked at my arm, saw half a BB protruding, poked it with my finger and watched it drop to the floor.
I have on more than one occasion (once due to ice, once due to a mis-step while wearing socks on carpet) gone bouncing on my tushy down a flight of stairs, one step at a time in quick succession. Fortunately, this is very nearly the best-cushioned part of me, so I wasn’t seriously hurt either time.
Another mis-step once sent me hurtling off the rear end of a treadmill. I used the little key thing after that.
I was giving our white cat a bath, and he did not like it. He suddenly clamped his jaws tightly on my right wrist. I screamed. He hung on. I smashed his nose. He hung on. I ducked him in the water, and he finally let go.
I still have four small, circular scars from the cat’s teeth.
How did the two of you get along after that?
We never liked each other to begin with (I am not a cat person), but the cat hated me after that.
When I was about 7-8, I was playing outside on and around our concrete sidewalk. The sod had grown over the sidewalk over the years to about 3-4 inches, but standing up it didn’t look overgrown. But at kid level, I looked at it, and put my hand under it, and lifted it up, exactly like lifting a piece of unattached carpet.
It behaved exactly like when Bugs Bunny wants to hide something under the grass - lift, stuff, drop back down.
This was very disconcerting to a kid who was just beginning to understand the difference between real physics and cartoon physics. Maybe how it worked in Bugs was how the real world worked? Had science lied to me? More research was needed!
Well, there was the time I was striding absent-mindedly down the sidewalk and stepped into (and fell into) an open manhole.
I’ve shared this here before; I was about 8 and dropped a big rock on my bare foot and not only did I see stars (circling around my head, no less), I grabbed my injured foot and hopped around in a circle on the other one, a la Fred Flintstone.
More recently, I was up on a ladder, painting my bathroom PEPTO BISMAL PINK. Each time I climbed up the ladder I offered up a little prayer to the Gods of Household Accidents “please don’t let me bust my arse”. And I didn’t. I just managed to spill an entire paint tray down the front of me :smack: Maybe that’s more sitcomish than cartoon though.
Another fun time was the day at a store I once worked at where they were laying new vinyl tiles ON THE SALES FLOOR. WHILE THE STORE WAS OPEN. We were all successfully maneuvering around it until I apparently got a bit too close and slip on some glue, whereby my feet went straight in the air and I land smack dab in a thick layer of glue. When they came to help me up, I could feel the strands of glue on the back of my clothes dragging me back towards the ground.I can’t say I was laughing, exactly, but one of my defense mechanisms when things get ugly is to picture my life as a scene in a movie. I could almost hear the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch sound.
not me thank every diety around…
friend had knee surgery and couldn’t get upstairs to the bathroom, so they had her downstairs with a potty chair set up over by the day bed. She had gone, left the lid up so her sister could empty it … really bad case of diarrhea :eek: cat did a running leap “onto the lid” to bounce over to a blocked window seat only to splash :eek: and in an absolute panic start running frantically around the living room. Only saving grace was no carpeting, all hardwood flooring.
I was backpacking all my stuff home from an archaeological dig. The pack was at about the limit I could carry. I tripped and fell forward before I got my feet back under me. Only the backpack had shifted upward and the weight caused me to slowly topple forwards until I ended on my knees with my head bowed and the pack touching the ground. it was a controlled fall 
A young couple were quite concerned about me but I just shifted the pack back into place got up and carried on my way. I guess that’s why “proper” packs have those waist straps eh?
As I’ve mentioned before on the Dope, I (along with a few other kids) was once chased by a pack of Russian wolfhounds through the basement of a Unitarian church.
It was a summer camp thing.
I live in a Harold Lloyd Silent Comedy film.
Close enough?
Not exactly a cartoon moment, but…
Remember the scene in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation where the extension ladder slides down as he’s trying to hang the lights? Yup, except that I was trying to power wash the house. Moments later, after securing it again, I reached too far out and ended up swinging to the underside of the ladder as well. My wife was laughing hysterically the whole time.
I was changing an electrical outlet in my brother’s house. It had been painted over several times, so it was kind of hard to remove from the outlet box.
My working the outlet away from the box shook the wall enough to disturb the cuckoo clock that had been mounted on the wall above the outlet, and it fell off the single brad it had been mounted with, and straight onto my head.
As the laws of comedy are every bit as powerful as the laws of gravity, the impact of hitting my head caused the door to open and the little bird inside to come out with a “cuckoo” noise.
My niece was sitting on the couch and saw this happen and she about fell off the couch laughing.
Once I called my brother from a payphone. He wasn’t home, I got his answering machine and I was out a quarter. So I hit the coin return as one does… and the change return slot started pumping out money! About $17 worth of change!
I honestly had no idea they had a jackpot.
Once I called my brother from a payphone. He wasn’t home, I got his answering machine and I was out a quarter. So I hit the coin return as one does… and the change return slot started pumping out money! About $17 worth of change!
I honestly had no idea they had a jackpot.
Accidental double post.