Stacking it in public is not exclusively reserved for kids running with free abandon. Adults do it too in rather spectacular fashion. Certainly this action has enormous comedic value when you are not the poor sod that has just kissed the pavement. For the person that has just dropped to the deck like a sack of crap… it’s no laughing matter.
This was me at the weekend. I think I was so excited to be out with a girlfriend minus my baby that I broke concentration or maybe I just forgot how to put one foot in front of the other like a human!
Me and my girl were in the zone. Strutting down the high street being very loud and very animated. Putting the world to rights, sarcasm and laughs are what we do best. The sun was out, I was feeling great…
I have to say that my fall was not so much of a splat, more like a tower falling during its demolition. Straight down, in a heap. Zero point in checking if anyone saw me. I was on a busy street and I am sure even the guys operating the CCTV were having a good old chuckle.
I didn’t try to prevent it either, I just rolled with it. That hap hazard attempt at trying to prevent yourself from face planting the cement often makes you look worse. So with this in mind I gave in to the momentum. Luckily for me, my friend was awesome, only laughing when she had the all clear that only my pride had been knocked. Obviously I had to jump up and do a twirl in my usual defence mode. I think I actually asked out loud ‘did everyone see that?’. Of course they did – twat. Some people had a giggle, others were concerned. Keep walking folks, nothing to see here!
I always laugh at people falling over. A trip, a stumble, some weird breakdance arrangement in an effort to prevent the inevitable. Whatever the situation, I am laughing with no finesse whatsoever. Obviously if there’s an injury then it’s a totally different situation. Luckily I have not seen many serious falls and some of the most amusing ones have been my friends and only egos were bruised. I have fallen up stairs and down an entire flight of stairs, admittedly I was drunk on that occasion. My mum ended up in a rather impromptu splits formation in the middle of Boots a few years back. I will take the memory of that graceful incident to my grave. My personal favourite belonged to one of my girlfriends. So excited to get to where she was going, she fell head first into her train carriage. Now that’s keen to get a seat!