Feedback accepted graciously (no violence involved, i swear)
Disclaimer: All events and proceedings related to this site are fictitious. Any association to current affairs is ENTIRELY coincidental...Completely coincidental
(Ha, that'll keep those with libel in mind happy. or dead)
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Humiliating Events
READ MORE HERE
Yes, believe it or not, I manage to humiliate myself even on holiday.
a) Falling over whilst crossing a busy zebra crossing. I BLAME HK SHOES AND THEIR SLIPPERY SOLES! (but i spose, it had to happen right?)
b) Having a bit of a communication failure with the fit hairdresser (think of an East-Asian cross between Colin Farrell and Brad Pitt) – he basically said I should tuck in the chair a bit and I thought he was asking me something so I just sat there smiling and nodding. So he decided to do it himself in the end.
I wasn’t expecting it.
c) Ho ho, my personal best. Leaving before the others to hail a taxi, I took the lift down to the main street and was waiting for my grandma and her aide to come outside. As they stepped out onto the street, the aide pointed down at my feet and said (in a rough English translation) “Oh no Miss, you forgot to change your shoes!”
I looked down. What did I see? Surely enough, I was still wearing a pair of slippers. Red ones. With Miffy the bunny plastered across in bold print.
Joy.
Yes, believe it or not, I manage to humiliate myself even on holiday.
a) Falling over whilst crossing a busy zebra crossing. I BLAME HK SHOES AND THEIR SLIPPERY SOLES! (but i spose, it had to happen right?)
b) Having a bit of a communication failure with the fit hairdresser (think of an East-Asian cross between Colin Farrell and Brad Pitt) – he basically said I should tuck in the chair a bit and I thought he was asking me something so I just sat there smiling and nodding. So he decided to do it himself in the end.
I wasn’t expecting it.
c) Ho ho, my personal best. Leaving before the others to hail a taxi, I took the lift down to the main street and was waiting for my grandma and her aide to come outside. As they stepped out onto the street, the aide pointed down at my feet and said (in a rough English translation) “Oh no Miss, you forgot to change your shoes!”
I looked down. What did I see? Surely enough, I was still wearing a pair of slippers. Red ones. With Miffy the bunny plastered across in bold print.
Joy.
