It happened like this…
You know how sometimes when you’re at someone else’s house and you need something, but you don’t really want to ask? Or you would ask, but they’re all the way across the house and you’re pretty sure you can find what you need without asking, so you try. And in the middle of trying, you realize if you would have asked, it would have been much easier, but now you’re stuck between admitting that you already tried to find whatever it is and asking in spite of your trying.
Here’s how it happened. I was at Brad’s. I brought along the necessary ingredients to make my morning frappaccino, but I needed something to shake it in. Because they are sooo much better shaken, not stirred. So Brad was upstairs doing something online, and I went downstairs to make my frappuccino. I knew he had the same shaker I have, because I got him one for Christmas. But rather than ask, I thought I would just look for it.
I was feeling pretty satisfied, because I found the bottom of the shaker right away, but I couldn’t find the diffuser and the dome lid.
So. I decided to just look a little closer, but didn’t want to seem like I was rummaging through his cupboards, so I was being quiet. I got a stool. A bar stool, not a real step stool. And climbed on the stool to get a closer look at the back of the shelf. And then the stool slipped out from under me and I (and the stool) went crashing to the floor. So much for being quiet. So, now, I’m feeing humiliated for falling off the stool. Feeling in pain for the beating my knee took on the way down. Feeling stupid for not just asking him. Feeling like an idiot for thinking I could be stealth in my rummaging through Brad’s cupboards and then creating a huge commotion falling off the stool. And feeling bummed because I still didn’t find the missing parts. So I used a gladware rectange container instead. Which got the job done, but was awkward at best. Thankfully Brad didn’t think the commotion was me rummaging through his cupboards and falling off a stool. But he admitted he would have come to help if he thought it was me. Despite the fact that I was rummaging through is cupboards.
And here’s what I have to show for it all.
I should have just asked. But he was all the way across the house…
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Oh my gosh Beth…that’s horrible! I hope you’re taking this week off to recuperate.
If someone were to rummage thru my cabinets, I wouldn’t care at all…but I would recommend they put on a helmet first!
…because things fall out of my cabinets when you open them.
Big bruise. Looks painful. Any joint issues to go along with it?
oh lordy….well at least you have cute toes for the picture!
I predict a minimum of 5 post accident bashes to that bruise before it goes away (low table bash, getting up off the floor “oops i forgot” bash, against the wall while on the toilet bash, etc.) That always happens with kneeish shinish bruises.
Holy moly! That is a heckuva bruise!! (And and even better story.)
I’m just glad he actually had all the parts there, even if they were too late.
I’m glad I had all the parts, too, since it was a gift from Beth. I have actually used that container. I make salad dressings in it. But I can’t use it for my Carnation. It would mix things too well. I like the crunchy sugar.
I like how Brad didn’t check to see what the crash was. I’ve done that with Charles. He was sick and passed out and crashed to the floor. But I didn’t check. Eventually he woke up.
I am laughing now as I remember when that happened. I was laughing pretty hard when Deborah told me about it. My sides were aching with such hearty laughter. Unfortunately, Charles didn’t quite see it that way.