Fry Sauce Embarrasses Two
During wrestling season, my ribs were broken so severely that I was confined to using crutches for balance and stability. Being semi limited in my abilities at the time, I relied heavily on others to help me do some of the basic day to day errands like getting my lunch. The day was like any other game day. Everyone was dressed in school colors, and there was a feeling of school pride in the air. The basketball players were in full suits and the cheerleaders were wearing their uniforms.
It was lunch time and I decided that the monster fries with fry sauce was the best option for lunch that day. Befriending the lunch lady proved handy, as I was able to score some extra cups of dipping sauce. As lunchtime was coming to an end, the group collected their trash and uneaten food in one lump sum on a tray on the edge of the table. I wasn’t feeling well and the monster fries didn’t prove as pleasing as I once thought that they would. They too collected in the mass pile on the table. I struggled as I stood up and was trying to get my balance when I nudged the base of one of my crutches with my foot. This fatal slip of my foot sent my crutch at an alarming speed toward the tray. As my crutch slammed into the tray, it was as if a clown had jumped onto one edge of a seesaw sending another clown skyrocketing into the air. In my case, it was a crutch sending the extra servings of fry sauce, uneaten food and trash into the hair of our head cheerleader. In the moments that followed, it was as if time had slowed so as to be able to fully take in all that was happening. Cups dangled from her head allowing every last drip of sauce to fully cover her. Football stars and fellow cheerleaders glared as she sat in embarrassment. Slowly she stood and turned to see her tormenter. Speechless and in pain, I stood and watched the sauce slowly smear down her uniform; the uniform that she was yet to debut in the up-in-coming game later that day. It didn’t help that her uniform was mostly white with only the trimming in blue and green.
At that moment, it didn’t matter that we were friends and that I was semi handicapped. Washing her hair was one thing, but greasy, dripping, orange fry sauce covered her uniform and no matter how hard she tried, or how many times she tried to wipe it, it was obvious to everyone at the game, that she had a lunchtime disaster.
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It was lunch time and I decided that the monster fries with fry sauce was the best option for lunch that day. Befriending the lunch lady proved handy, as I was able to score some extra cups of dipping sauce. As lunchtime was coming to an end, the group collected their trash and uneaten food in one lump sum on a tray on the edge of the table. I wasn’t feeling well and the monster fries didn’t prove as pleasing as I once thought that they would. They too collected in the mass pile on the table. I struggled as I stood up and was trying to get my balance when I nudged the base of one of my crutches with my foot. This fatal slip of my foot sent my crutch at an alarming speed toward the tray. As my crutch slammed into the tray, it was as if a clown had jumped onto one edge of a seesaw sending another clown skyrocketing into the air. In my case, it was a crutch sending the extra servings of fry sauce, uneaten food and trash into the hair of our head cheerleader. In the moments that followed, it was as if time had slowed so as to be able to fully take in all that was happening. Cups dangled from her head allowing every last drip of sauce to fully cover her. Football stars and fellow cheerleaders glared as she sat in embarrassment. Slowly she stood and turned to see her tormenter. Speechless and in pain, I stood and watched the sauce slowly smear down her uniform; the uniform that she was yet to debut in the up-in-coming game later that day. It didn’t help that her uniform was mostly white with only the trimming in blue and green.
At that moment, it didn’t matter that we were friends and that I was semi handicapped. Washing her hair was one thing, but greasy, dripping, orange fry sauce covered her uniform and no matter how hard she tried, or how many times she tried to wipe it, it was obvious to everyone at the game, that she had a lunchtime disaster.
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In Dance Company, we had warm ups prior to our dance concerts. Trying to get pumped up and get our adrenaline going, we were doing dance moves across the dance floor. The music was blaring to the same old tune we warmed up to every concert that was really happy and got you moving. We did several different moves back across the floor like leaps and kicks. Getting towards the end of our warm up, our coach really wanted to push us. She showed us the leap we were to now do, and told us we only had three leaps to get across the floor. Now, being short in stature and in leg length, this posed a big problem. How was I ever going to get across the long dance room in only three leaps. Prepping myself, I took a breathe and began. The four of us leaped... one.... two.. thr.. SMACK! I crashed straight into the huge dance room mirror. Not only did I smack into it, but I quickly realized, as I fell to the ground, that I had cracked it. There was glass everywhere! In my arm, in my feet, and all over the floor. My coach walked over, shook her head, and then instructed me to clean it up. I spent the next fifteen minutes on my hands and knees with tissues picking up glass while everyone continued to warm up. Needless to say, it was a very painful concert with glass in my feet, but believe it or not, that was not the most painful part. The following Monday morning proved to be far more painful when people entered the dance room for their classes. Everyone seemed to be attracted to the cracked mirror (now taped up with clear tape). For the next week, everyone asked what happened, in which case my coach would inform them of my mirror cracking escapade. Needless to say, that haunted me the remainder of the year until the mirror was fixed.
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Prom was supposed to be magical, however, mine proved to be a little different. My date was someone who I had never met before, until he asked me out. He had seen me in the hallways and happened to be my friends boyfriend's friend. They decided to take us up to a cabin for lunch and sledding as our day activity. Everything was fine until we went to leave. Halfway down from the cabin and the mainroad... we got stuck. Since there were only 4 of us total in the car, one of us had to drive. Sadly, neither of the girls knew how to drive a manual so we were elected by default to help push the car out of the mud and snow. We pushed for about 30 minutes and to our surprise, the car suddenly became free and took off, without me being prepared. Since I was trying to use all my body weight to push against the car, once the car left, I fell forward.... into a pile about 5 inches deep of cold wet mud and snow. With my face covered and my clothes now wet, I cleared my eyes as best as I could and got back into the car. We drove the whole way home with mud crusting on my face, arms and clothes. Since we got stuck, that caused me a problem on timing with getting ready. I only had about 45 minutes. I cleaned up as best as possible and did my hair as quick as possible since I didn't have time for anything else. I thought my hair had survived without any mud, until in the middle of our dance, the photographer picked a dried, hairsprayed chunk out of it and told my date to save it to remember the look on my face after I fell in the mud. It made for an interesting picture with my date chuckling and holding mud
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