Time To Get Down

Apple fruit

Apple fruit (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

By down I mean crash into a bed or other possibly soft surface and lay down. I’m beat.long day, that didn’t give me as much time to work on something for you all as I maybe should have. I feel like I owe you something. How about an embarrassing story.

When I was in 1st grade, we had to line up for the buses to leave school with our whole class. Our teacher would lead us out there. I was outside waiting for my bus. It had rained that day. The asphalt was still wet, and it was doing that thing asphalt does after a rain where all the little pebbles on the planet show up and stick to everything. While I’m standing there, an apple with one bite taken out of it bounces in front of me. So I punted it.

It bounced under one of the buses. This little kid come running up to me crying yelling, “I was gonna EAT that!” So obviously it turned into a big thing.

I was forced the next morning to walk to his kindergarten class to apologize for kicking his nasty, pebble-covered apple. I walked all the way down the hall to the room, and in a combination of fear, and righteousness, I never knocked on the door. I went back and told my teacher I apologized.

There. Does that count for anything?

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4 thoughts on “Time To Get Down

  1. I was walking across the yard at school and my Biology teacher was walking almost directly behind me and a gust of wind came from nowhere and blew my skirt upwards so quickly I had no time to grab hold of it and so my Biology teacher got a wonderful view of my underwear. Neither of us said anything and he just walked past me.
    One of the most embarrassing moments of my life right there.

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