Redefining Klutz.


I am a klutz, and everyone who knows me knows that I'm a klutz. I should also mention here that I'm an accident prone klutz too, it's a miracle I'm still walking about! I'll share with you some of my recent klutzy incidences/accidents.

True Story #1:
I was in a restaurant, walking downstairs to the bathroom when *BAM* the swinging kitchen door hits me in the face. :(

True Story #2:
I was in a Taxi and all the windows were open. *SWOOSH* The tissue box from the back goes flying straight for me hitting me on the side of the head.

True Story #3:
I was having coffee with a friend when...oops, I dropped my ice mocha, splashing coffee all over my friend's shirt.

True Story #4:
I was paying for candy at the convenience store, and I accidentally dropped my purse while getting out my wallet. EVERYTHING came flying out of my bag.

True Story #5:
Walking into petsmart, I assume the automatic door would open as I approach it, but nope, it didn't! I had to wave my arms, jump up and down before the doors decided to open and I looked like a moron on the other side of the glass.

True Story #6:
I was hit by a golf ball at a mini putt.


It wouldn't be so bad if these stories happened in a span of months, but being me, this collection of stories are just 2 weeks old (except for #1). =p