So I'm waiting at the bus stop to collect Mrs. Fuster at the end of the day. She rides an express bus to the hospital where she works in the bone marrow transplant unit. As I waited, I decided to plan the next week's activities. I retrieved my schedule book from the center console of the truck and fished around for a pen in the catch-all cup holder dealie. Finding a utensile tucked under several sedimentary items I snatched it from it's burrow only to fumble and juggle it in mid air. I'm not usually a clumsy man, so when the pen bounced off my leg and came to rest on the floor to my left at the sill and door intersection, I became characteristically impatient. Sometimes when a cylindrical thing is caught in a channel shaped location, regarless of any resolve to grasp it, it just slides the length of the channel in one direction or the other while not surrendering it's position; such was the case here. Now my patience was being tortured by the insult of the improbability and the silliness of the event. I just wanted to make some notes!!!!!
Stubborness drove me to frustration as the pen resisted my attempt to pass time effectively. Now I'm getting ticked....well, okay I was in that place between frustrated and angry. I determined that if I was to remove the pen in this lifetime, I would need to open the door. Of course, If I open the door, the pen would then drop on the asphalt surface of the park-and-ride, further searing me with insult. Hmm. Dilemma: Do I fuster around with the pen in it's channel for the next ten minutes, or do I open the door and suffer the humiliation of having to get all the way out of the truck to pick it up after it falls to the ground? I opened the door and as anticipated the pen fell, hitting the tube step thingy, and sending it just out my reach out into the parking lot. Dam.
Now I'm aggravated to the point where I'll be danged if I'm going to expend one ounce more energy than absolutely necessary to get the pen. So I grabbed the steering wheel with my right hand and leaned out of the truck with my left arm as far as I could. Just....alittle.....bit...farther.... Well, at a certain point my center of gravity passed below my backside and being that leather seats provide little friction, my body slipped and I tumbled out of the truck to the asphalt, upside down onto my left shoulder with my knees at my ears.....but I got that pen. Clearly, there was no graceful recovery from such buffoonery, so I rolled over and brought myself to my feet. As I brushed off the dust and pebbles, it occured to me that I was in public. Reflexively, I scanned the lot to see if anyone had seen my performance. Naturally there was someone else waiting for his person to arrive and he must have seen the whole thing. When our eyes met, he busted up laughing. Terribly embarrassed, I retreated to the relative seclusion of my truck. As I did, my glance rested on the cup holder wherein I found another pen....this one distressingly within reach.
Just thought I'd share. :P
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