I was strolling down the road last night, and happened upon a penny lying on the ground.
"Find A Penny, Pick It Up, All The Day You'll Have Good Luck"
As I bent over to pick it up, I felt my back pop - must have aggravated an old gymnast injury from my more agile and robust past...
I could barely straighten back up - which was how I didn't see the cyclist coming right at me. He clearly expected me to jump out of the way, but by the time he brushed alongside me, spilling me into the boulevard, it was probably obvoious to him that I was unaware of his presence...
Lying in the grass, I discovered that I had somehow rolled over onto a wasp nest, built among some decorative wooden railroad ties. Back pain or not, I found the will to get back on my feet, and virtually sprinted like The Roadrunner until I left the stings of those nasty buzzing bastards behind me.
Catching my breath, I discovered that one of my shoes had decided to stay behind - likely already a condo development for the younger, more adventurous wasps. How expensive could it really be to buy a new set of sandals??
Limping back towards my bus stop, I just happened to catch the one piece of broken glass on the sidewalk that wasn't being reflected by the sun. Could I have stepped on that with the foot still wearing protection? Alas, no.
After I picked out the shard, I had no other option but to hop on one leg, until I finally made it to the bus stop, where the bus itself was just pulling away...
It wasn't that long to wait for the next bus, only about 45 minutes. The bleeding had come down by then, and as I hopped up the steps onto the bus, I tried to fish out my wallet from my pocket. However, my left hand was red and swollen - looking more like I was wearing a baseball player's catcher's mitt.
When did I develop a severe allergy to copper???
"Find A Penny, Pick It Up, All The Day You'll Have Good Luck"
Whatever......
Later!!
4 comments:
Oh brother! I think the moral of the story is "a penny? really? a penny?" Let this be a lesson to you. Only bend down for a loonie or higher!
I think the moral of the story was clouded from the beginning.. gymnast injury...I think not!!
I actually said that to my work colleagues once:
"I don't bend over for anything less than a quarter".
I will never say THAT out loud again...
Hey!!
Well, yeah......................... :-)
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