Uhh, okay. So I'm in the shower, and the ten-thousand pound solid porcelain soapdish decides it doesn't want to stay on the wall anymore. So it jumps onto my foot. That covers the first part. Shortly after, (after much swearing and the like) I stepped out of the shower when I heard somebody scream in front of the house, so I ignored the fact that my right foot was in pain, and ran out to see what it was. It ended up being just one of the idiot neighbors, but I had the bright idea of pulling the door shut behind me. So here I am, my hair dripping, my foot possibly broken, standing in a very small bath towel in front of my house with cars going by (we live on a moderately busy street), waiting for somebody to come answer the door. It was lovely.
Yes, yes I do. Especially when they cause me to run outside like an idiot in those conditions and.... I wonder what was going through the heads of the passerbys, like "oh, look at the idiot girl standing outside in a towel!"
Permalink Reply by Fate on December 15, 2009 at 3:57pm
Well it depends on the passerby? I'm sure some were much less... pleasant than that? Lock your doors. A lot. Just you know, don't go outside without a key.