One time close to Halloween when I was around 5, I decided to put a jackolantern candy bucket on my head and charge toward my parents in my bedroom. I could not see, and the trajectory of my walking ended me up in the stairway instead of the hallway I fell down the 11 stairs and roling into a ceiling food rack which was supported by the floor. The food rack then lost balance and fell over, covering me with cans and boxes. After finding that the scabs on my face almost needed stitches, I was notified the next day that tomorrow was picture day.
Heres another one. A few years ago my dad who works for a bread company was texting some boss for something important. He is constantly calling his coworkers for up to a half and hour and we are not allowed to talk. At the time, my family was in the car, driving to Rhode Island for vacation. Since he couldn't actually text, he used siri. In a robotic tone my dad said in a robotic tone "TEXT ********" Immediately after, my mom jokingly whispered a crude joke remark but then suddenly "READY TO SEND IT?" My dad FdTFO and lunged towards the ipad on the steering wheel to cancel whilst turning it in the direction of the crazy 60 mph skidding nearly sending us off the road. It was spectacularly hilarious. Thankfully the message was cancelled so my dad kept his job I didn't end up in a mcdonalds due to not being able to pay for college.
One time I found a large stack of books outside a strangers house. I thought they were throwing them out, like for hard rubbish collection. I was surprised that they were in such good condition and looked like new releases. So i picked them up and put them in my backpack. As I walked down the street i noticed there was a book store and I thought, hey maybe I could sell them and make a bit of Dosh$$. So I walked into the bookstore and asked the owner if they purchased second hand books, and they said "yes" so I took the books out to let them inspect them to decide the value. The owner gave me an odd look and pointed out that he had just sold those books to another customer no less then five minutes earlier. There was an awkward silence, then I just left (with the books in hand). I think I ended up leaving them at my brothers house (who lived around the corner at the time).
I don’t know how to convey this story, more clearly. In general, I have a friend Lil'Green Slimecat (that piece of the avatar on my profile is his work. And this is an excerpt) and the fact is that for a long time I needed help in grammar on the topic of war.
And the funny thing is... Damn, I don't know how to convey this in foreign, but I'll try.
Well ... I made a semantic mistake when I wrote "Готовка перед войной" (Cooking before the war). Initially, I meant that preparation was needed for the war, but I wrote, so before the war there is cooking. As a result, it became our local meme, which we still laugh at.
I suddenly remembered this story at her recent job.