Really, will this ever end?
Three more days of class and a final.
Three more days of class and a final.
Three more days of class and a final.
So I'm in Michael's yesterday looking for a picture frame for one of my Porsche posters (oh yes--it turned out great). Except I had an idiot moment as I shopped. I noticed some picture frames on the top shelf. "I'm a tall guy," I thought, "I can reach those." And indeed, I could. But I couldn't see what might be on top of them. So, I carefully lifted the top frame straight up and tried to judge by the weight if there was something else on top of it that I couldn't see. I judged wrong. As I pulled it down there was another frame on top that hit me right on the head and then crashed to the floor and broke (taking a few other items down with it).
Fortunately, they didn't make me pay for it (even though I offered). But there was about a minute (which seemed like an eternity) of standing in all of my shame amidst the carnage. A little girl peeked around the corner to see the clown who made all the noise. I just glared at her and made a face as if to say, "Yep! I did it!"
Another lesson in humility.
