Wednesday, 01 August 2007

• Grabbing a Lacrosse Stick and Hitting a Man in the Balls

  This morning marked another incident where I suffered from a moment of partial retardation.  When I was getting on the T, it was crowded as usual, so I grabbed onto the pole...or so I thought.  After a good ten seconds or so, I began to wonder why the pole was wiggling and felt unstable.  For some reason, I was thinking it was just loose, but a second later, I realized that couldn't be possible.  When I turned my head towards the pole I was holding onto, I saw that it wasn't a pole at all.  Instead, I had been holding onto this man's lacrosse stick.  He was standing lower than me on the step by the door, holding a gym bag with the metal handle sticking straight up into the air.  I was so out of it this morning, I didn't really pay attention to what I had grabbed onto and just assumed his sport stick was the pole.  Yeah...that was embarrassing, and it was even worse that he didn't say anything when I apologized and let go of his stick...

  Later this afternoon, while taking my lunch break, I was walking outside in the crowded street.  I felt something tickling my hand, so I looked to see what it was a noticed an insect and started having mini heartattacks.  In a wild frenzy, I flung my hand back violently to throw the bug off my hand and ended up hitting a man in the balls.  Apparently, he was walking beside me but a little behind me, and when I thrusted my arm back, I managed to get him right between the legs as he took his step forward.  He clutched his private area for dear life and bent forward a little.  I felt the heat in my face (as if I wasn't already hot from the beaming sun) rise, and I couldn't even apologize normally.  I broke out into this stutter and after stumbling over the "S" a few times, "sorry" eventually came out of my mouth.  I just don't get why I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time doing strange things. 

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