[elky] Re: OT: two bottles, near disaster

  • From: Ray Buck <rbuck@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: elky@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2010 08:26:07 -0700

/"He also walked in to a closed glass door once..."/
Oh, hell..doesn't everybody do that? They don't? Hmmm. Here's the story: About 15 years ago, when I worked for a hospital management company in a downtown high-rise, I had to park in a terrace about a block away, walk that block, then take a "tunnel" that went under Salt Lake City's main street (State Street...not Main Street, a block over...it's not the main street...Jim can verify this) and up into the high-rise building to get on the elevator to the floor I worked on.
One summer day as I walked from the tunnel to the building, I saw that they were replacing some of the glass door panels. They had the new ones marked with a red "X" of tape...I spose to indicate that they were new...I dunno. Anyway, I walked through one of the doors marked with an "X" (I opened it first) and went on to work.
At lunch, my wife had suggested that she pick me up and we go to a nearby restaurant which seemed like a pretty good idea. I headed down to the lobby and when I saw her pull up, I put my sunglasses on, went to the door I'd entered thru in the morning (which had had the "X" removed) and...WHAM! Although I'd put my hand out to open the door as usual, I didn't realize that they'd converted it from a door to a full-length window before removing the tape. It didn't open; it knocked me on my ass. My head hit the glass hard enough to knock my shades into my temple, open a cut and destroy my "cheap sunglasses" (I was doing my ZZ Top thing at the time with long hair and beard) and put me on the ground.
If you find yourself laughing about that, don't sweat it...I think it's pretty funny, myself. Anyway, when I got up, I wasn't really worried about the shades, nor the bleeding temple, nor the dirt on my clothes from the fall. I was more concerned with looking around to see in anyone had witnessed me doing such a dumb-ass thing. Pride had been injured far more than person. I guess I was lucky that day because there wasn't a crowd of people to laugh at what the long-haired goofball had done...or even worse, rush over to keep me from getting up while they called paramedics or something like that. Nobody seemed to notice...or if they did, they knew me and just considered the source. :)
The cut wasn't serious, I had a spare pair of shades and my clothes were washable, so all factors considered, it wasn't a big deal. But the reaction of injured pride bothered me quite a bit. Since then I've worked on not taking myself so seriously and laughing at my screwball antics. I think I'm a little better at it.
I spose I could have sued or something....but it didn't seem worth it at the time...or now, although I don't have a lot of love left for that company. 

r


On 11/11/2010 5:24 PM, Chris Lindh wrote:
Growing up my stepfather handed my mother a bottle and said "put this in my eye"... after she did he screamed... he'd handed her ear drops. 

DOH!

He also walked in to a closed glass door once...

You didn't dare laugh when things like this happened...

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