I didn't realize I was pretty good at laughing at myself until I told my therapist about something that happened at Thanksgiving. I had invited two couples for dinner and of course, I hoped everything went perfectly. When I attempted to carve the turkey, I couldn't get the knife to cut through the meat on either side of the breastbone...at all! It seemed as if it was hard as a rock, although it looked fine. I wondered if the turkey was about to explode like in the movie Christmas Vacation. I then asked one of the husbands to give it a go. Somehow he did it (I wasn't watching) and there was enough turkey on the platter to go around. I noticed there wasn't a lot of white meat, but didn't think too much about it. Later, after everyone had gone home and I was putting leftovers in the refrigerator, I saw why I couldn't cut into the turkey. I had baked it upside down! I was laughing hard as I told my therapist about it and wondered out loud what the turkey carver thought. She said many people would have been horrified and embarrassed and wouldn't have been able to laugh at themselves. I hope it is true of me that I can usually laugh at myself...even if my company had still been there when I discovered my error.
This is a great story. I’m not good at this. Laughing at my self not scootering. Although I think I might get my scooter out and go to the shop.
My scooter days are over Nia! I’ll stick to the bike.
5, because I do it at least five times a day! :-) Great one, Tarek!
I didn't realize I was pretty good at laughing at myself until I told my therapist about something that happened at Thanksgiving. I had invited two couples for dinner and of course, I hoped everything went perfectly. When I attempted to carve the turkey, I couldn't get the knife to cut through the meat on either side of the breastbone...at all! It seemed as if it was hard as a rock, although it looked fine. I wondered if the turkey was about to explode like in the movie Christmas Vacation. I then asked one of the husbands to give it a go. Somehow he did it (I wasn't watching) and there was enough turkey on the platter to go around. I noticed there wasn't a lot of white meat, but didn't think too much about it. Later, after everyone had gone home and I was putting leftovers in the refrigerator, I saw why I couldn't cut into the turkey. I had baked it upside down! I was laughing hard as I told my therapist about it and wondered out loud what the turkey carver thought. She said many people would have been horrified and embarrassed and wouldn't have been able to laugh at themselves. I hope it is true of me that I can usually laugh at myself...even if my company had still been there when I discovered my error.
What a great story Linda!
I love it Jody!