Writer's Block: Clumsiest moment
Well, right up there on the list is Thursday when I hit "restore" on our TriCaster instead of "restart."
In my defence they shouldn't have put those two so close together.
For those of you who don't know what that means, that would be the equivilent of me wipping your hard-drive. Onlythere was no back up. At all.
In my defence they shouldn't have put those two so close together.
For those of you who don't know what that means, that would be the equivilent of me wipping your hard-drive. Onlythere was no back up. At all.
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You come up with interesting questions.
The first was in seventh or eighth grade. I wasn't paying attention in math class (in a suburb of Cincinnati) and the teacher was a hard charger. Three of us were watching someone clowning around in the hall and he decided to teach us a lesson. He sent for the assistant principal, had us stand with our hands on our knees, and gave each of us three hard swats with a fraternity paddle. It was a while before I could sit down again.
I never told my dad. If anyone did this to a child of mine, well, you can figure out the rest. Suffice it to say the teacher would have a unique learning experience
Second most -- a young person addressing me as "Teeny Grampa Boppa", in public!
Love ya,
Boppa
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Now that I've publicly embarrassed myself by misreading your question, I'll try to do better with a better answer!
I was walking from a friend's house to my car on a January evening. It was snowing and his sidewalk was icy. As I was congratulating myself for not having fallen on the ice that winter, I lost my footing (the slipperiest surface I encounter is snow on top of ice) and landed hard enough to break my ankle.
Fortunately his wife is a nurse so she gave me excellent first aid, then he drove me to my clinic for further treatment. After he and my doctor agreed that it wouldn't be necessary to take me behind the barn to shoot me, I got a cast and crutches. And a ride home.
There have been plenty of others, believe you me!
Love,
Boppa
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You'll probably hate me for this, but years ago I found a way to drive a sound man crazy: when speaking into the mike I'd keep my lips moving, but drop out syllables at random. If I did it right, it looked _exactly_ as if there were serious problems going on.
"Aha. Ah ha ha. BWWWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" indeed!
Bill
P.S. When Megan was about 7 she dubbed me "A big goofball". I have a tradition to maintain, and I'm darned good at it!
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