I didn't hurt myself during this escapade, but it was embarrassing nonetheless.
Many years ago, when I worked at the paper plant, I had my car in the shop. One of my friends/co-workers offered to take me home; it wasn't too far out of his way. I was glad to get the ride.
He had a huge truck; he was this short guy with long, blonde hair that he always wore in a ponytail and he had this huge truck. Way off the ground. I managed to get up into the truck with no trouble. We chatted the whole way home, about tons of stuff.
We got to my driveway and I said, "LJ, you can just pull off here. I can walk up the driveway."
Well, I forgot that the blasted truck was 15 bazillion feet off the ground. I landed in a huge mud puddle, slipped in the mud and went under the truck, flat on my back. John looked across the seat and all he could see was my head. That was it. He told me later, he wanted to laugh, but he knew I'd kill him. He leaned over and said, "Pam, are you OK?" I got myself out from under the truck, looked at him and said, "You ever, EVER tell anyone about this, you're a dead man! I swear to God!" Then he started to laugh; he couldn't help it. He told me later that he laughed the whole way home. All he could see was the look on my face.
So there I was, my entire back was nothing but mud: coat, shoes, jeans, backpack, hair. Nothing but mud. I wasn't hurt, but my dignity was severely wounded. I went in the house, stripped down, took everything outside to lie in the grass to try to dry things off before throwing them in the washer. Rick and our son came home and all they could see was clothing, backpack, shoes, etc.
The next day, I walked into work and John was waiting for me. I walked over to my work area and said, "I swear to God you will be a dead man!" Of course, that got another of our friends curious as to what happened. He asked John, who said, "Nope! Uh-oh, I want to keep what I have. She'll de-ball me; I know she will." We eventually did tell Bruce what happened and he roared at us, he was laughing so hard.
It was a long time before John could look at me without grinning. And to his credit, he never told a soul. Believe me, I would have known.
Many years ago, when I worked at the paper plant, I had my car in the shop. One of my friends/co-workers offered to take me home; it wasn't too far out of his way. I was glad to get the ride.
He had a huge truck; he was this short guy with long, blonde hair that he always wore in a ponytail and he had this huge truck. Way off the ground. I managed to get up into the truck with no trouble. We chatted the whole way home, about tons of stuff.
We got to my driveway and I said, "LJ, you can just pull off here. I can walk up the driveway."
Well, I forgot that the blasted truck was 15 bazillion feet off the ground. I landed in a huge mud puddle, slipped in the mud and went under the truck, flat on my back. John looked across the seat and all he could see was my head. That was it. He told me later, he wanted to laugh, but he knew I'd kill him. He leaned over and said, "Pam, are you OK?" I got myself out from under the truck, looked at him and said, "You ever, EVER tell anyone about this, you're a dead man! I swear to God!" Then he started to laugh; he couldn't help it. He told me later that he laughed the whole way home. All he could see was the look on my face.
So there I was, my entire back was nothing but mud: coat, shoes, jeans, backpack, hair. Nothing but mud. I wasn't hurt, but my dignity was severely wounded. I went in the house, stripped down, took everything outside to lie in the grass to try to dry things off before throwing them in the washer. Rick and our son came home and all they could see was clothing, backpack, shoes, etc.
The next day, I walked into work and John was waiting for me. I walked over to my work area and said, "I swear to God you will be a dead man!" Of course, that got another of our friends curious as to what happened. He asked John, who said, "Nope! Uh-oh, I want to keep what I have. She'll de-ball me; I know she will." We eventually did tell Bruce what happened and he roared at us, he was laughing so hard.
It was a long time before John could look at me without grinning. And to his credit, he never told a soul. Believe me, I would have known.
