James Sullivan, Stooge
I am a stooge. I just got home from the store where, as usual, I purchased three jugs of water for the next 4 days or so. I went to the customer service desk, where my bud works, trying to bypass the massive line of people buying many more items than me. My mom called, I answered, then told her to hold on and put the phone in my jacket pocket. Then, I bent over for whatever reason, and the phone fell onto the ground. I got off the phone with my mom and put the phone back in my jacket pocket. Then I dropped one of my water jugs onto the floor and picked it up. Then I took out my card to pay for them and dropped it on the floor, and when I bent over to pick it up, the phone fell out of my pocket onto the floor again. Of course, I just started laughing. The cashier girl told me I should probably stay in today, and I said I would probably stay in bed, and the roof would fall on me.
When I got up after I finished writing this post, I knocked over my ashtray, sending cigs and ashes scattering about the floor.
When I got up after I finished writing this post, I knocked over my ashtray, sending cigs and ashes scattering about the floor.