When I saw today’s prompt, I knew I had the perfect story for and had to share.
This is a true story from my past and to me is the embodiment of my clumsiness (and general bad luck)
When I was 21 I was working in a call centre and finishing at Eleven PM and night, then had the long 20-mile drive home.
One night I had finished and had just come off the motorway around 23:30 and seen that I needed to fill the car. So I drove to the nearest petrol station, filled the car and went inside to pay and ran into a girl that I used to work with, Rachel.
When we had worked together, I had a massive crush on her, but she had a boyfriend at the time.
We stood talking for a few minutes after I had paid, she told me that she wasn’t with her boyfriend anymore. So I attempted to flirt with her (something I am terrible at), but she was laughing at all of my terrible jokes, smiling and doing the hair flippy thing that all women seem to know how to do.
I plucked up the courage to ask her out, and she said yes.
I played it cool, but inside I was doing my happy dance, I gave her my number, and I got hers.
I said I would call her the next day to take her out.
(Now here is where my clumsiness and general bad luck comes into play)
I walked towards the door (automatic doors) turned to wave goodbye and walked straight into the door that didn’t open, I rebounded off it hard, tripped over a stack of bundled newspapers, toppled over backwards into a display of Energy Drink cans. Which promptly fell to the ground and at least a dozen of them exploded as they hit the ground absolutely covering me, and Rachel, in the contents.
It’s safe to say that I got out of there as fast as I could and I never did get to go on a date with Rachel, for some reason she never returned my call.
So that’s my story about being Clumsy.