Have a nice trip, see you next fall
Shortly after Christmas dinner, I went into the garage of my parents’ house to smoke a cigarette.
The garage was dark. Making my first step out the door, I tripped over a pair of shoes that I failed to notice in front of me. Somebody had kicked them off before entering the house. I then stumbled over a 24 pack of Diet Coke while trying to regain my balance. This caused me to twist my ankle and fall head first into the door of my Dad’s car. It all happened in about three seconds.
I had spilled wine and garage floor dirt all over me. My forehead was getting red and swelling. My brother-in-law Adam, who was walking into the garage behind me, is laughing hysterically. He later told me that the fall looked like something out of the Naked Gun movies. As I hobbled around in search of an ice pack, Connie said to me, “Well, at least we took pictures already.”
Posted by chuck at December 28, 2004 2:05 PM
