As a clumsy person, I have some stories to tell. If you want to get to know me better, read these funny little stories that are too embarassing to make up, enjoy!
I was around 7 and my dad had bought me and my brother to an indoor playground with his new girlfriend’s kids. My brother and I aren’t very social so we kind of ran off on our own. I saw a bouncy castle, one of those long ones with a slide. With all my confidence I climb on there, but once I reached the top I realised I was afraid of heights. My little legs were dangling from the climbing wall and I could’t go back to where I came from but the slight was so high. I was holding on to the pv lining with all I had, crying, screaming for my dad but the playground was too busy. I was stuck on there for what felt like ages until a nice lady grabbed me and put me on the floor, I didn’t go on any bouncy castles after that until I was like 11…
We were going to celebrate New Year’s eve in a theme park in The Netherlands and we had to drive there, my stepmom had not eaten since she didn’t live with us at that time so we stopped at a roadside restaurant right over the border. My dad figured we could eat our lunch here so we wouldn’t have to buy it at the park. I grabbed one of those plastic trays and filled a bowl with soup, I grabbed a cup and filled it with lemonade, I also grabbed a piece of bread with butter… I took my tray to the table and placed it on it… Not far enough. I mindlesly put the butter on the bread and then I thought “Why don’t I flatten this bread?” So I pushed down, and like a lever, the tray shot in the air, and before I knew it I was covered in soup and lemonade, bread and tray on the floor, and the entire restaurant looking at us. We quickly left, finding the one open clothing store in the nearby town. I’m still not allowed to have soup in a roadside restaurant.
This isn’t really a funny one, it’s one of the most ‘exciting’ things that have happened to me. It’s been a while but I still remember it very clearly.
I was in second grade and the teachers had planned a day at the seaside for us, it was awesome! We walked around, got in the ocean, had ice cream, amazing! It was a very hot day, like extremly hot for my country, and the train traffic, and literally everything else was affected by the heath. When it was time to go home we already noticed things were off, in the station all trains were delayed 1+ hours… We saw a group of friends struggling to get on a train and only half of them got on and we were like ‘damn’. People were fainting, ambulances arrived, the fire department came and started to hand out water. After 3 hours our train was finally there, it was an old train with those compartments like on the Hogwarts express. And with my bad luck my friends I sat in the hottest compartment. The teachers had put us in the hallway because they were afraid we’d overheat. Then the train stopped… it had done that before randomly, but now it was the middle of nowhere and we did not move. Panic broke loose when we realised we weren’t going anywhere, our water was gone and the train was so hot. The only window that could open was the one in the compartent the teachers were sitting in, so we all gathered in there to cool down. After a couple hours the driver opened the doors and we decided to walk along the rail road to the nearest crossing. Mind you this was 2011 so calling and texting parents wasn’t ideal… in total we were stranded for 4 hours + the 3 hours in the station. My mom couldn’t make it on time so I had to drive home with a friend. My mom got me a hallo kitty toy for all the trouble I went through. The next day a film crew came to our school to interview us about the train incident… I overslept…
When I was 12, my mom and stepdad got married in Portugal with the entire family there. My niece and I (we’re the same age) were chilling in our room together. What you should know is that all the rooms were connected by doors because you could make it like one big room if you were with more people… So we had like the TV on, maybe on a program maybe on music idk anymore and we were talking, but mind you not like super loud or anything. Then we hear a knock on the door, we think it’s our parents so we open the door and it’s an old man in his robes. We’re like “Okay, what?” And in some broken English he keeps refering to the door but we don’t understand what he means so he WALKS IN! EXCUSE ME? What person in their right mind just walks in two 12 year old’s hotel room???? He points at the door and at us and keeps saying shit we don’t understand, we assumed he ment we were being too loud and he could hear us through the door so we were like “Okay, sorry… now leave.” When we closed the door my niece goes “Do you want some klop (to be beaten up)?” and she punched the air and we both started laughing (but very quietly). ‘T was a very weird interaction lmao.
In fashion class in highschool we went to Amsterdam and we did a lot by bike. Our camping was on the other side of the water so every day we went back and forth with our bikes on the ferry. We were running late and we were all driving in a big group, idk if you know Amsterdam but it’s hell to bike in the center even though it’s the Netherlands. We want to take the next ferry so we all rush in a big group, no one wants to stay behind so a bunch of us, including me, go a bit to the right to not bother the cars. Obviously I want to follow the group so I turn right too, I have to do a little parkour and end up on what I thought was the bike lane. WRONG. An angry dutch woman yells at me “Hier ga je nie fietse joh, dit is een stoep!” translates to “You don’t bike here, this is the pavement!” I’m going too fast to stop and talk to her so I just zoom pass her… to this day I still think about this.
I’m on a flight from NC to Chicago while I stayed in the US. I had the middle seat which I’m not really a fan of, but whatever. I was stitting in between some dude and an older lady. I’m thirsty so I take my waterbottle from my bad, it’s one of those big ones with a straw. I mindlessly pop open the cap… A stream of water just shoots up in the air and comes back down on me and my neighbours. In the rush of the moment I put my hand over the hole. Everyone is judging me… The lady to my left is mad (Idk actually but I felt a very judgy vibe from her…) and I don’t want to make eye contact. The dude to my right offers me a napkin and I hand that to the lady as peace offering. Meanwhile I can’t move, when I move my hand the slightest bit the water will be back. Finally I get my braincells back and I try and twist open the cap to release the pressure. We’re wet, but we’re saved. I never drink anything on the plane anymore, lesson learned.
Alrighty! These were some funny and mildly embarracing stories from my life. I have some more if you want, just let me know!
Luna ⏾⋆.˚