I call myself Lucy (aka Ricardo) because she was always getting into trouble due to her clumsiness such as when she locked herself in the freezer, baked a bread that expanded out of the oven, etc.
Here is a short list of my clumsy and sometimes careless endevors:
- I went on a double date, to a dance, in the middle of winter. I decided I did not need to wear boots to walk on the icy path from Alisa's porch to the warm car. A fancy dress and a pair of winter boots are a fashion DON'T. After all, I was 16 years old and I knew everything! I gracefully walked down the path with my date and splat. The ice can be an enemy at any time and this was my time. There I was, flat on my butt, my azure blue dress hiked above my thighs. My date was a gentleman and wanted to assist me. I refused and insisted that I wanted Alisa's help. That is what friends are for! Talk about em barr assed!
- Once again, this involved ice and Alisa. I was going into my car, opened the door and just as I was about to get in, my foot caught a patch of ice. Alisa did not know where I was. The lower part of my body, mostly my legs, were under the car. Go figure!
- Ahhh, another classic. My dad took me and my friend Collette to Northland Mall. It was time for new clothes because school was starting. The dressing room had swinging doors. I was trying on a pair of jeans. As I attempted to insert my leg into the pant leg, my foot got caught somewhere, I lost my balance and flopped through the swinging doors, landing on the floor. Needless to say, the pants were not on . It is not everyday that someone falls out of a dressing room, half undressed. It was crowded that day too! I created laughter without even trying!
- While visiting my grandmother in the hospital, I decided to utilize the staircase. I was unaware that certain staircases are locked. Of course, I choose the "locked" staircase. I walked to the main floor, attempted to open the door and no luck. Locked! I walked back to the floor I started from and tried to open the door - LOCKED! I tried to knock on the door but nobody came to my rescue. This was many years ago before cell phones. Once again, I walked downstairs, took a chance and opened the emergency exit door. I really did not have a choice. This was the door to freedom. The alarm began to go off but I did not care. I made it outside and now ......I was trapped!!! I ended up in a construction zone. Large piles of sand surrounded me. I was wearing four inch heels and my shoes started to sink in the tiny warm grains of sand piles. The entire area was fenced in with soft, orange fencing. I was facing the parking lot so I waved my hands to get someone's, anyone's attention. A lady motioned for me to come to the edge of the lot. There was a way to leave but I had to jump over this large crevice. Thank goodness I have long legs. I was able to stretch over the cement fracture safely. That was a story for Reader's Digest!!! "Trapped in a Fenced Sand Lot"....
- Careless Cook: While baking a peach pie, I decided to talk on the phone. I added the ingredients and let the pie bake. It smelled like summer and cinnamon....When I cut into the pie,
everyone was eyeing it, claiming the first piece. When I finally took the first piece out, the fruit and juice ooozed all over. It was a big vat of dough, peaches a lots of juice. I discovered that I was so involved in my phone conversation, I forgot to add sugar, which is a thickener. Everyone started laughing which made me have tears in my eyes. Lesson learned!
