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.
Tarek, as soon as you asked the question I thought of this poem I wrote yeeeeaaars ago:
(thanks for asking!)
Roller Derby
I fell flat--face first
on the ground Hard.
Stopped short, mid-stride,
chatting as I rolled around
the corner.
I’ll show these young people
a thing or two.
I just wanted to join in the fun--
Church Family Skate Night, aka
fellowship with the saints,
I didn’t exactly want to lay
my life down—not quite like that.
Yet there I was—cut lip, ravaged wrist,
Flailing pile of limbs laid low.
Brother, sister, friend
gathered ‘round with care
offering aspirin, coming to the
old lady’s aid--fine, I'm owning it--
proving once again there are at
least 101 uses or a Ziploc baggie
full of ice.
It was totally worth it.
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!