Foam-covered Pipelines
At work, I park my car in an underground garage. There are some relatively low pipelines (all of which are covered in soft foam) under which I have to walk in order to reach the elevator.
I have good hand-eye coordination, but I don’t know if that’s relevant in this scenario. I just thought I would share that with you…because it’s my blog.
Where was I?
Right. So, every day, I perform a slight duck-and-shimmy manoeuvre as I approach and pass beneath these pipelines. Do believe am tall enough to require such effort.
This morning, I decided to test my belief, wondering whether I was being a slight egomaniac thinking I was too tall for the pipeline.
It was full steam ahead.
Right before my head bounced off – at what some might consider a high velocity – the aforementioned foam-covered pipeline.
This experience confirmed two things: (a) I am as tall as I think; and (b) I might need some help (seeing as how the “am a dork” excuse can carry me so far).
I have good hand-eye coordination, but I don’t know if that’s relevant in this scenario. I just thought I would share that with you…because it’s my blog.
Where was I?
Right. So, every day, I perform a slight duck-and-shimmy manoeuvre as I approach and pass beneath these pipelines. Do believe am tall enough to require such effort.
This morning, I decided to test my belief, wondering whether I was being a slight egomaniac thinking I was too tall for the pipeline.
It was full steam ahead.
Right before my head bounced off – at what some might consider a high velocity – the aforementioned foam-covered pipeline.
This experience confirmed two things: (a) I am as tall as I think; and (b) I might need some help (seeing as how the “am a dork” excuse can carry me so far).
Labels: Dork
posted by just a girl at 10:04 AM
5 Comments:
It was scientific research, nothing more. But man alive was that funny.
Aaah, indeed indeed. All in the name of scientific research (my entier life, apparently...).
The Hypothesis on which everything is based is: I hypothesise that I am a bona fide idiot.
Seems to be true thus far.
Happy it made you smile. I appreciate that my addition to the world is comedic relief, at my own expense.
Love ya darlin'!
m
omg... LOL!
tell me, during post-*doff*and*bounce*, did you keep hurtling forward, velocity unchecked, outwardly shaking off the encroaching concussion, feigning perfect poise with a painted smile on your dial, furiously *blinking* away tears of shock, hoping... nay. praying that... *gasp* no body saw you?
:(
y'know, I wasn't sure *what* to comment on, because you paint such a faboo picture.
so i'll just comment on what keeps going through my mind when I read this.
Duck....Duck...Duck...MAHA! *squees and runs around the blog*
ps: you're so not a dork. a goober yes, a dork. not so much. :P (but I'll tell you a secret, goobers are much more lovable anyway!!) ;)
Fifi -- No one saw me...although that would have made matters much much much funnier!
Michelle -- I accept the title of 'goober' with glee. May I have a tiara with that?
love,
m
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