A story from yesterday…
Posted on 29th May 2008 by Mat
I was going to write this post yesterday, but Pete had just made his post so I didn’t want to shove that down the list with what is really just a daft story I wanted to tell you.
So, yesterday morning I got ready for work as usual and got into my car. The car wouldn’t start. I sat there trying for 5 minutes or so, but to no avail (It had been raining a lot, and I think it was damp in the somethings, I don’t know!). So I went back inside, got my ipod and started to walk down to the bus stop (a 5-10 minute walk). When I got there I’d just missed a bus so would have to wait for another half hour, so I wandered onto the little shopping precinct and got myself a drink from a shop.
Once back at the bus stop I stood there for a few minutes, and there were around 3 or 4 other people there. I suddenly realised that my foot felt a bit wet, so I looked down to see if I was stood in a puddle, and found that I wasn’t. Good news. However, I also saw when I looked down that I was wearing one brown shoe and one black shoe! Bad news. In my defence they’re the same style of shoe, just in different colours, but different enough to not be able to get away with it, so off I trapsed back up the road to go home and change. Needless to say I was very conscious of the shoes now, and put my umbrella right over my head so I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone in case they thought I was some kind of weirdo wearing different coloured shoes!
End result, I was an hour later into work than I’d hoped, and I’d just wandered around my local streets looking like some kind of Forrest Gump! The lesson here is to look at your shoes before you put them on. It’s a valuable one.
Andy
May 29th, 2008
5:08 pm
Or don’t leave the house…
Kathye
May 29th, 2008
6:03 pm
I did something similar a month or so back, got halfway to Megan’s school one day and realised I was still wearing my slippers, in fact they were actually my husbands slippers, how I didn’t notice before this I have no idea as they are 2 sizes too big for me and I can’t walk properly in them.
Tra la la
Needless to say I also returned home, I might have chanced the school run but we had swimming straight after and I didnt think I could get away with them not being noticed… opps
Kathye
May 29th, 2008
6:04 pm
Clearly I should not be allowed out the house!
Andy
May 29th, 2008
10:19 pm
On Radio 1 Newsbeat I heard the story about the men who were kidnapped in Iraq. There was an interview with a relation of one of the kidnapped men. She said “He is a father, son and husband to me”… kidnapped or not that’s just sick and wrong.
Kate
May 30th, 2008
12:27 pm
Are they from Bridgwater??
I once had a pair of trainers that I wore for about 6 months before realising one was a size 7 and the other was a size 5. I’m special.
flipperr
May 30th, 2008
8:06 pm
I once went out in the summer without any shoes on at all - doh! Luckily realised on the steps since they were burning my feet!
Pete
May 31st, 2008
4:50 pm
In year 8 we had an R.S. field trip around churches of different denominations in York town center. Rather than going to school first then getting a coach into town, we were simply told to meet in town at 9.00am. So I cycled. Half of my mind was thinking ‘I am going to school, I need to put shoes on’and half thinking ‘I am going to town, I wear trainers in Town’. So I left with one black shoe and one white trainer on. I didn’t notice my mistake until I get to school and met my classmates and teachers. Then, as you might imagine, I had plenty of classmates who were kind enough to point it out to me. I then had to go and speak to a teacher to explain what had happened and hope there didnt give me Lines for wearing trainers rather than shoes!
Mat
May 31st, 2008
8:42 pm
Love that one Pete, it’d be a bit harsh if they gave you lines!!
In a similar vein (of being a bit dopey), I was in Tesco a couple of weeks ago doing the shopping, and Lucy had written a list for me in order so I could just go up and down the aisles without too much thinking. At one point it read Milk, Cheese, Cheesecakes, Feta Cheese. So I read the first two fine, and got them, but then when it came to reading cheesecakes, I got confused and wondered what on earth cheese cakes were, and why anyone would want a cake made of cheese.
I looked up and down the cheese section, searching for anything that looked like a cake, and running the words ‘cheese cake’ over and over in my head trying to make sense of it.
It was only when I started to walk up to one of the workers there to ask what a cheese cake was, that it clicked! It was a narrow escape again, because I would have looked a prize idiot asking the guy to explain the concept of a cheesecake to me!
Pete
June 1st, 2008
1:21 pm
There is a Peter Kay joke in there somewhere! Did you also have to get Garlic bread?
Gloria
June 4th, 2008
1:57 pm
I’m a bit behind on the blog so have only just got round to reading these stories and have laughed out loud A LOT! At least when I do daft things I have the excuse that I’m blonde - people expect it of me.
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