Though I don’t feel too bad about it after reading jarbaby’s thread…last weekend, I was coming home from the library when my tote bag full of books somehow wrapped around my ankle, causing me to sprawl onto the sidewalk (two skinned elbows, one skinned knee). On the plus side, the teenage boys at the bus stop were highly amused.
Elbows are healing nicely. On Wednesday in class (computer lab) I bent over from my chair to get a pen out of my bag–the wheels on the office-type chair skidded, shooting me forward, resulting in banging my head against the wall. Yeeowch! One of my classmates very solicitously asked “What did you do?” When I replied “I banged my head against the wall” she looked at me in disbelief. The chair slipped, I swear!
And I topped this off by spilling coffee all over my desk this morning. Geez. Anyone have any spare coordination they could lend me?
Goodness, it appears we need to start a Charm School for the klutzes among us.
My specialty involves cutting corners to closely while walking from room to room or among the office cubicles, resulting in a good thwack to the shoulder or arm or hand. The worst is when I find a new bruise on me and have no idea when or where I acquired it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think my husband was clubbing me in my sleep!
Don’t worry, I cut corners too closely as well. My real specialty is running into the bulgy parts of our office halls (I think the bulge is due to heating ducts). Our halls are pretty narrow and I frequently misjudge the location of the wall when I step out of the way of coworkers.
The one I always enjoy is pulling a door open, and the hydraulic door-opener thingy is stiffer than you expect, so the door only opens half-way. Ka-pow.
As a kid, I had permanently bruised knees; as a teenager permanently bruised hips (I do remember learning I’d grow them in health class – it just took a while for me to figure out how to maneouver them). At the risk of living dangerously, it’s been a while since I’ve had a major klutz-out in front of witnesses, but I do have a cut foot from stepping on a tape dispenser this weekend. I also have former co-workers who have witnessed me sitting on a chair and missing and one who watched me walk into a stationary forklift!
Oh yes, I’m another one who gets unexplained bruises.
CJ
(Who will now try to make it back to her bedroom without hurting herself)
Well, my grace and sylph-like movements got me two bonked elbows and a broken thumbnail at the Y this afternoon. I smacked each elbow on two different machines when I was trying to get seated for those portions of my workout. Then when I was wiping down another, I caught my thumbnail on the edge of the cushion and drew blood.
I blame my mom - she wouldn’t let me have ballet lessons when I was a kid…