All for a couple of Drinks...

Before I start this story, let me introduce you to the Colonel, and the Pepsi. Both of which play a role in this story...

So Sunday night, before we are "back on the eat healthy" wagon (I had hamburger helper yesterday...makes a great meal-o...I am off the wagon already, but was I even on...but I digress) we decided to have KFC for dinner. The colonel called and we answered. Cher went to get it and came home shortly thereafter with our bag of goodies, but something was missing. "They didn't give me drink cups" says Cher. I said "You should go back and get them". But Cherie was tired, didn't want to so I did. I find that the employees at the local KFC are not quite the brightest. After this story, you might think I'm not the brightest though....

Anyways, I grab the receipt, the bag o'food and the car keys and head to the car. I am just rounding the car and grabbing onto the door handle when it happened. Down I went. With a bang. It hurt. Barry slammed into the ground, and so did the bag of Colonel. So, for any of you who are reading this and have fallen in public before, you will agree with what happened next. I jumped, I jumped up FAST. I was hoping no one had noticed (or perhaps heard) the crash but I turned around and there is my neighbour across the street and his kids looking at me. I nearly died of embarrassment. So I chuckled, you know that HAHA, I can't believe THAT just happened chuckle and continued on my way.

So I'm in the car driving the 5 minutes to KFC and I notice that my knuckle is bleeding. Then I notice that my knee is covered in blood as well. Nothing to clean it up with of course so I did what any person would do...I kept going. A little blood wasn't keeping my from that wonderful fountain pop.

I get out of the car and notice that in "the fall" my shorts also took a beating, they are covered in dirt. Oh, and on top of all this, the fly in my shorts has busted and won't do back up. After seeing all this, I went in to KFC.

I must have looked like a real piece of work. Dirty shorts, fly down (I pulled my shirt down so you couldn't see it really - and no one shouldn't be looking ANYWAYS), bloody knee and knuckle. After a few minutes in line, I got my cups. The guy must known not to mess with the dirty skid (that's me).

So home I came to my nurse who felt pretty bad that she didn't go back for the cups which she realized she didn't have before she got home. To wrap it up, my knee is healing...

...hope it doesn't leave a scar. I don't need a permanent mark on my knee to signify this. If only KFC had given us our cups in the first place, then you wouldn't have this great story. And for my long time readers, the Vacuum hit me in the head again yesterday. This time, it slammed into the back of my head while I was vacuuming the cat hair off the curtains in the living room. Ouch.

For those of you who want to relive the magic that was the last time the vacuum slammed into my head here is the link...

http://popcultureking.blogspot.com/2006/05/incident_06.html