Some Fails
I was cycling on what must have been a Saturday because it was later in the day than my usual bike rides are. The sun was out but I opted not to wear sunglasses, as the sun only occasionally peaked from behind a cluster of clouds. The true price you pay when not wearing sunglasses during a bike ride in summer has nothing to do with squinting. About twenty minutes into the ride a mosquito landed in my left eye and died there. I tried to rub its remnants out of my eye while still cycling, but all that did was spread its bodyparts through my eye more. It was another hour before I arrived at my apartment and was able to wash the last of the mosquito out of my eye.
About three days later I went for an early morning bike ride. I was half asleep when I embarked and didn’t realize until ten minutes in that I didn’t bring sunglasses yet again. About ten seconds after I realized my fail, another mosquito landed in my left eye and died there. Way to learn from my mistakes. Doah!
I road my bike to work on Friday. It was the first time riding in the (almost) summer. I was naive enough to think that my backpack could contain both my sealed coffee mug and my work clothes. I arrived at work with coffee flavored damp work clothes. Luckily my pants were linen and dried quickly. Also lucky was that almost no one was at the office thanks to COVID rules leaving most at home. They might not have approved of wet coffee flavored work clothes. Doah!
I ate too many fried cheese curds at my favorite winery in Hermann, MO this past Saturday. I felt fine after the first wine tasting, but the cheese curds completely incapacitated me. I overdid it. It seemed like there was a hundred of them and I gulped them all down. I ended the day in a humid hotel room that lacked a functional air conditioning, my body sweaty and stomach roiling. Death by cheese curds. Doah!
Several years ago I attended a work seminar. There was a task where we were supposed to write a set of positive and negative elements to our department processes. We were to write each item on a “Post-it Note” and then stick our notes on a whiteboard, one by one, and tell the group what we wrote.
I wanted to impress everyone by having the most Post-it Notes and wrote furiously on note after note. When it was my turn, I proudly marched to the front of the room. I did not realize that I wrote on the wrong side, the sticky side, of the Post-It notes. When I pressed the first Post-it Note to the board, I watched in horror as it didn’t stick and then slowly floated to the floor. I attempted a second Post-it Note, then a third. They all fell to the floor. Trembling, I looked around the room and everyone was trying their best to contain their laughter.
Doah! Death by Post-it Notes.