Well...that was embaressing!
I'm out of smokes, and without a car I can't go cash my check and get some, key point.
So I'm out in the garage, doing laundry and trying to figure out wtf things are that mum packed and I know I don't need to keep, when two women walk past. I gather my courage and go bum a smoke off them...and as I'm walking away my foot hits a patch of dog feces that the rain had...uh...watered down.
My knee is busted up, my pants and shoes (and shirt!) are filthy, I reek...but I have the ciggerette and it's un-touched!
Oh well, and it proves I've matured a bit in my embaressment/social phobia. Not only did I ask strangers for something, but after I fell I laughed it off, picked myself up and headed inside to change (though, now my neighbors get a lovely view of my bright red undies every time my dress rides up because all the shorts are in the wash...good thing I'm working in the garage.
So I'm out in the garage, doing laundry and trying to figure out wtf things are that mum packed and I know I don't need to keep, when two women walk past. I gather my courage and go bum a smoke off them...and as I'm walking away my foot hits a patch of dog feces that the rain had...uh...watered down.
My knee is busted up, my pants and shoes (and shirt!) are filthy, I reek...but I have the ciggerette and it's un-touched!
Oh well, and it proves I've matured a bit in my embaressment/social phobia. Not only did I ask strangers for something, but after I fell I laughed it off, picked myself up and headed inside to change (though, now my neighbors get a lovely view of my bright red undies every time my dress rides up because all the shorts are in the wash...good thing I'm working in the garage.