Oh, let me tell you a tale of klutziness. Aren’t we all just a little bit a klutz, at one time or another? Who among us can say “I have NEVER been a klutz!”?
BTW..a Klutz is defined as (1) A Clumsy Person and (2) A stupid person; a dolt (courtesy of The Free Dictionary.
I am, in my opinion, the first definition. I’m sure there are some who might think I’m more of the second, but I beg to differ and will not stoop to their ways (the dolts!). I have tripped over things no one else would ever trip over. I have caught my coat/pants/shirt pockets or sleeves on things that you could almost swear that they threw themselves in my way, just so I could catch my clothing on them, and either get yanked back or tear the aforementioned article of clothing. I have dropped, spilled, broken, slipped, fallen, felled, and more throughout my life.
Anyone here get their earlobe caught in a car door?
What I thought was a funny Moment In Klutziness:
I was working at as a GM of a restaurant in Greenwich, Ct. It was fast approaching the lunch rush and everyone was doing just that: rushing to meet the approaching rush. Until one of my waitresses called out that the clock above the doors (facing the cooks) was off by hours. There was a power shortage during the night, and I THOUGHT I had changed everything that needed to be changed. Aha (and not an aha moment..darn you Oprah! Hate that “saying”), one that I did not change.
In my right hand, I had a glass of ice water for myself. I started to reach up to get the wall clock and changed the glass to my left hand. Yes, I did not put it down. I continued to reach up to take the clock down and fix the time.
My hand brushed the clock JUST as one of the serving staff came in through the In door (smart staff member). Missing me, I flinched, HIT the clock with my hand, and it started to fall. Not wanting to get hit by the falling clock I tried to protect myself…
Only to dump the glass of water on my head (with my left hand) AND get hit in the head with the clock.
I stood there, drenched, a growing bump on my head, gasps from all the staff that was in the area. And I just started laughing. Laughing and laughing. Chuckled throughout the day.
I’m a klutz. Tell me yours.