Achievements of the embarrassing kind
Here are just some of my most embarrassing moments.
A few have feeble explanations to accompany them.
| Busting the light switch at church, so it was left on for 2 whole weeks. | More >> |
| Being slugged in the chest by a madman at Central | More >> |
| Saving a kitten, only to be bitten. Hey that rhymes! | More >> |
| Destroying a girl's dress at my year 12 formal. | |
| Calling my date the wrong name during the same formal. | |
| Annoying all three speakers of KEC99. | More >> |
| Having to walk around in boxer shorts in the dark carrying a torch at Credo public meeting. | |
| Getting dumped on Christmas day without even going out. | |
| Saying hi for a friend to the wrong person at . | |
| Priscilla: Queen of the Desert being the only secular CD I own. | More >> |
Light's on, but no one's preaching
I think it was a YF night when I busted that light switch.
I mean it wasn't intentional. I flicked it on perhaps a little too hard, but I didn't expect the whole switch to cave in on itself.
So I thought, "Hmmmm... should I poke my finger inside to try and get the switch out?"
I tried, but it wouldn't come back out. I couldn't even turn the light switch off.
And no one else could, either! for two whole weeks the light stayed on, a reminder to me that I oops!!
Finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I got my dad (who's not a Christian, but is an electronic tradesman) to fix it up. Fortunately my dad didn't have too many problems, although the light switch did spark a bit!
Anyhoo, the light switch is ok now. So if you're wondering, it was me.
Related: Some light bulb jokes
Encounter at the 610 stop
This is a simple story, but one which I'm not sure how to interpret.
SBHS has a school special bus called the 610, which travels from Central Station near Surry Hills to SBHS. It's notorious for various reasons, e.g. killing a pedestrian, etc.
At the start of the week, this crazy person smelling very strongly of ummm poo freaked me out. It also annoyed everyone else on the train. And to top things off, he pulled out a mobile and began talking really loudly into it.
Later that week I was waiting at the 610 bus stop with the other students. I'm always on my guard when I'm around Surry Hills, and that smelly encounter at the start of the week further immunised me against crazies.
But of course, just when I thought I could handle it all, this oldish sort of guy (obviously drunk), staggered in from the Surry Hills end — swearing and carrying on. Everyone was pretty much shocked, and tried to keep their distance from this inebriated anachronism. But he seemed to be heading in one direction.
Me. He was weaving toward yours truly!! Aaaargh!
And when he was about a metre away, he stopped. After swearing a bit more, he said, "I AM GOD!!!"
And then he swung his arm at me and whacked me across my chest. W H A C K ! Ouch!
Then he turned around, and ran for his life back toward Surry Hills. For a guy who was drunk he ran in a pretty straight line.
I spent the rest of the week in fear and trepidation, as you would.
Kitten and Fence @ Midnight
All night long from about 2AM, there was this meowing right outside my window.
I tried to ignore it, hoping it would sorta stop sometime, but it didn't. Meow MEOW Meow sounding really pitiful. Worst thing was, I couldn't even see it because it was so dark outside.
Somehow I fell asleep. But my dreams were filled with the meowing. Can't quite remember what my dreams were about, but they were nightmares.
I woke up around 5:30AM because I just couldn't take it anymore. By then it was starting to brighten up, so I went outside to see just where that kitten was stuck.
And there it was. A B&W kitten had its foot trapped in the fence, between two posts. It must have been walking along the fence then slipped, because the cat was suspended upside-down by one paw. There was fur all over the posts, and its leg looked pretty raw. Ouch! no wonder it was crying. And mean-ol'-me had left it there all night!
It took me ages to get the cat out, because it really angry too. I did as much to stop the claws from getting me. The cat was stuck so tightly I had to use a crow-bar to pry the boards apart... it was like "pry – MEOW... pry — MEOW!!!"
I had to lift the kitten up from between the posts to free its leg, and that's when it bit my hand. yah! But at least the kitten seemed ok. The cat tested its leg out, then promptly slunk off into my neighbour's yard.
Meanwhile my hand got infected and stuff...
About two nights later, there were two cats meowing outside my window!! "Bummer," I thought. But I think they were just meowing at each other, or at the fence, because they stopped after a while.
Katoomba Easter Convention Woes
It all started on Sunday night at Katoomba Easter Convention. A special roast, just for us in Mountain Camp they said. So obviously we had to dress up. Ties they said. You could skimp out and make your own.
But no.
Me and some other guys HAD to go whole hog. Yep, we wandered down to the Speakers Lodge to see if we could steal some ties. Well, not steal, but borrow. You know. From the big D (Carson), or Dick Lucas, or John Ting. I mean, their KEC talks were great but so was the way they dressed.
The first guy we asked was Dick Lucas. He opened the door rather slowly, eyed us carefully. We said "Can we borrow a tie from you for a roast we're having?".
His reply: "Are YOU making FUN of ME?"
We sorta backed off and closed the door.
But just at that moment, John Ting drove up in his car. We asked, and he granted. We had John Ting's tie!! A speaker at KEC had given us his tie!
Scene two. After the roast dinner. Speaker's Lodge. We had to return that tie. Question was, which door was John Ting's? Not door number one (which was that Dick Lucas guy's) - which leaves: door 2 or door 3.
We picked door number 2. We were wrong. It wasn't John Ting's. It wasn't Dick Lucas'.
It was Don Carson's.
He wasn't very happy.
Related: Exegetical Fallacies Summary
My CD collection
Excuses:
My CD collection is very limited.
Someone gave P:QotD to my dad.