A Tasty Toe Sandwich
I was just reading about stress and that writing can be a good way to cope with stress. So, here I am ... and there you are. I was also reading that humor is a good coping mechanism so here it goes ...
How many of you know someone who was knocked unconscious in a wave pool at a water park? How many of you know me? Okay, then you know someone who was knocked unconscious in a wave pool at a water park. It was the summer of '98 or '99, one of those years, when an old boyfriend and I set sail on a giant rubber tube in the wave pool at Wild Waters in Reno. He sat upright on one side and I sat across from him, our gazes directed excitedly out to the wild blue yonder. We were making great strides during the "no waves" cycle. In his impatience with us traveling an inch per five minutes and spending what seemed like hours in only a foot of water, he jumped up suddenly to push us out to the deep end.
Unfortunately, for me, when he jumped up, the tube was thrown off balance and flipped over on top of me, throwing my legs into the air and my head bashing into the bottom of the pool. That was the last thing I remember before being lead, dazed and confused, from the pool by my boyfriend. People were pointing and staring. This had to happen, of course, on a day when I was sporting a new "look at me" hot pink bathing suit.
Speaking of wave pool injuries, fortunately I was on the delivering end of this next mishap. During a different trip to Wild Waters a few years back, I was gleefully riding the waves on a rubber tube during the "rough cycle" in the wave pool. I was coasting along on this giant ripcurl at sound barrier speed, my legs straight out in front of me and my butt planted firmly in the center of the tube.
Suddenly, a chunky, redheaded, freckled boy, around 12 years old, popped up in front of me from beneath the waves. He kind of resembled the kid from The Sandlot. Already knowing there was no time for him to move, I still managed to yell, "Look out!" the same time as he let out a startled scream, opening his mouth wide, just in time to meet my left foot, head-on. I just remember when my toes felt teeth, possibly even tonsils. I wasn't sure. Luckily, he was a resillient young chap, who was back out there playing with his friends a few hours later. And, lucky for me, I still had all 10 toes.
Once, when I was 10ish, I jumped into the shallow end of a pool, thinking it was the deep end. I guess it could have been worse - I could have dove. However, jumping in with straight legs, expecting to hit nothing but sheer water, and quickly meeting bottom with no bent knees or enough water to slow the impact, I stood there, frozen to the spot, feeling like my whole body had compacted into my ankles from the intense, sudden impact. I barely managed to limp out of the pool. At least I was 10 and not 30.
At least, no one is usually looking when I push on doors that say "Pull."
At least my dogs don't mind when I eat too much garlic.
At least, when I thought air conditioner was one giant word spelled "aeranconditioner," I was in the fourth grade.
And, thank the All Mighty One that I am too old to do embarrassing things anymore ...
... except for yesterday when I was waiting for the beep to leave a phone message and realized a real person was on the other end.
How many of you know someone who was knocked unconscious in a wave pool at a water park? How many of you know me? Okay, then you know someone who was knocked unconscious in a wave pool at a water park. It was the summer of '98 or '99, one of those years, when an old boyfriend and I set sail on a giant rubber tube in the wave pool at Wild Waters in Reno. He sat upright on one side and I sat across from him, our gazes directed excitedly out to the wild blue yonder. We were making great strides during the "no waves" cycle. In his impatience with us traveling an inch per five minutes and spending what seemed like hours in only a foot of water, he jumped up suddenly to push us out to the deep end.
Unfortunately, for me, when he jumped up, the tube was thrown off balance and flipped over on top of me, throwing my legs into the air and my head bashing into the bottom of the pool. That was the last thing I remember before being lead, dazed and confused, from the pool by my boyfriend. People were pointing and staring. This had to happen, of course, on a day when I was sporting a new "look at me" hot pink bathing suit.
Speaking of wave pool injuries, fortunately I was on the delivering end of this next mishap. During a different trip to Wild Waters a few years back, I was gleefully riding the waves on a rubber tube during the "rough cycle" in the wave pool. I was coasting along on this giant ripcurl at sound barrier speed, my legs straight out in front of me and my butt planted firmly in the center of the tube.
Suddenly, a chunky, redheaded, freckled boy, around 12 years old, popped up in front of me from beneath the waves. He kind of resembled the kid from The Sandlot. Already knowing there was no time for him to move, I still managed to yell, "Look out!" the same time as he let out a startled scream, opening his mouth wide, just in time to meet my left foot, head-on. I just remember when my toes felt teeth, possibly even tonsils. I wasn't sure. Luckily, he was a resillient young chap, who was back out there playing with his friends a few hours later. And, lucky for me, I still had all 10 toes.
Once, when I was 10ish, I jumped into the shallow end of a pool, thinking it was the deep end. I guess it could have been worse - I could have dove. However, jumping in with straight legs, expecting to hit nothing but sheer water, and quickly meeting bottom with no bent knees or enough water to slow the impact, I stood there, frozen to the spot, feeling like my whole body had compacted into my ankles from the intense, sudden impact. I barely managed to limp out of the pool. At least I was 10 and not 30.
At least, no one is usually looking when I push on doors that say "Pull."
At least my dogs don't mind when I eat too much garlic.
At least, when I thought air conditioner was one giant word spelled "aeranconditioner," I was in the fourth grade.
And, thank the All Mighty One that I am too old to do embarrassing things anymore ...
... except for yesterday when I was waiting for the beep to leave a phone message and realized a real person was on the other end.
posted by Heather | 10:17 PM
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Ouch!
Erik
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