I think that there is some unwritten law somewhere that states, if something awkward will happen on any given day, it will happen to me. I thought that time I exploded the sprite in the main hall at school was bad, it was then topped with getting a pretzel covered hot dog delivered to me...by accident at the wrong table. These however do not match my latest moment. I apologize in advance, as I have many times before to my neighbor, whom had to make a trip to the ER after my last "slip-down" so to say.
I nearly broke his nose. Now if your klutzy tendencies have never hurt anyone before, let me just say to you, it's one of the worst feelings ever.
We were playing a game of capture the flag, no big deal right? I, in a mad dash to get away from the enemy, lost my footing on the porch steps. As suddenly as I had started to fall, someone popped up in front of me. I let out a scream and hit the ground, hard. Assuming that as usual I had been the only one harmed in my lack of coordination, I sat up giggling off my embarrassment with a crowd of people staring in awe. My knee hurt, and I had ripped up my hand, but I was fine and prepared myself to continue my game of capture the flag.
Looking over, I realized the person I had fallen into was my neighbor, and he wasn't laughing or getting up yet. I asked if he was okay, and he responded,
"Lexi, I am getting blood everywhere. You hit my nose."
I had hit his face, with my knee that's why it hurt, and with as bad as my knee stung, I can only imagine how his face felt.
I ran into the house searching for the paper towels, and trying to explain to my mom what had happened, realizing I had taken the them outside to clean up spilled pop earlier, right next to the site of the collision. Mid sentence with my mom, I sprinted back out the door and delivered the paper towels from two feet away my starting place. Another awkward moment in and of itself.
Once I got out of my panic, and apologized, I found soft tissues and delivered them to my victim. Feeling horrible I sent my buddy home, with a nose that as far as I know was still bleeding. The next morning he came to church, and his nose was swollen, I felt like a jerk. I couldn't stop thinking What if he has one of those funny bridges on his nose, forever, and it will be all my fault. (Just like the time I scared that girls face on the basketball team because I fell on her with my braces. (sorry about that))
Later that day I had to go to his house and drop some stuff off, but on the way there I ran into him, on his way to the ER. Talk about not knowing what to say, especially after you have said sorry 500 times.
Turns out his nose is fine, and now we all have a story to tell.
moral of the story is: if you are a klutz, do not go into enemy territory during capture the flag, no matter how well you know the area.