Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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The Tube
I was visiting my aunt a few years back along with my mum, my aunt lived in Morden at the time, but was at work that day. We left the car at my aunt's and went to the Tube station to meet her for lunch at Waterloo.
After purchasing our tickets we headed for the platorm, which as some of you may know, is at the bottom of a long flight of 20 odd steps.
20 odd, metal finished, concrete steps.
A woman pushed past my mum and proceeded to trip and fall down the steps, in almost slow motion, head first, bouncing off each and every step. After impersonating a sack of spuds falling down a bumpy hillside, she ended up in a rather un-ladylike pile of flesh at the bottom.
A bloke in a suit went to her aid, but didn't expect her to get up and start shouting at him at volume 11 with an extremely red face.
At this point my mother and I had reached the bottom of the steps (without falling, thankfully) looking at each other with that 'knowing-you're-going-to-piss-yourself-laughing' face. We rushed to the train, got on and the doors shut. At that point, we just burst out laughing and scaring the rest of the carriage so much that some moved to the next one.
( , Sat 19 Dec 2009, 17:35, 1 reply)
I was visiting my aunt a few years back along with my mum, my aunt lived in Morden at the time, but was at work that day. We left the car at my aunt's and went to the Tube station to meet her for lunch at Waterloo.
After purchasing our tickets we headed for the platorm, which as some of you may know, is at the bottom of a long flight of 20 odd steps.
20 odd, metal finished, concrete steps.
A woman pushed past my mum and proceeded to trip and fall down the steps, in almost slow motion, head first, bouncing off each and every step. After impersonating a sack of spuds falling down a bumpy hillside, she ended up in a rather un-ladylike pile of flesh at the bottom.
A bloke in a suit went to her aid, but didn't expect her to get up and start shouting at him at volume 11 with an extremely red face.
At this point my mother and I had reached the bottom of the steps (without falling, thankfully) looking at each other with that 'knowing-you're-going-to-piss-yourself-laughing' face. We rushed to the train, got on and the doors shut. At that point, we just burst out laughing and scaring the rest of the carriage so much that some moved to the next one.
( , Sat 19 Dec 2009, 17:35, 1 reply)
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