Faceplanter
One summer morning, back in my uni days, I disembarked from the bus and went to walk up the hill to my first lecture of the day. The bus stop was located on the main road, next to the uni rugby field, with a long, wide, raised garden bed between the pavement and the end of the field.

Rather than walk around to the end of the planter, as it ran the entire width of the field and the bus stop was in the dead centre, I would usually just step up onto it and stride across it in a couple of steps. This particular day, I hopped up onto it, took one step forwards, and...

WHUMP

My foot connected with a small stump, about 5cm high, that I had failed to notice and I faceplanted quite spectacularly into the dirt. I didn't even have a chance to take my hands off my backpack straps and try to stop myself, it happened so fast. Face to floor in less than a second. Oh well, I thought as I lay there getting my breath back, I was the only person who got off the bus, probably nobody saw that.

I then picked myself up off the ground only to see a group of twenty or so school kids from the nearby private school on the other side of the road, pissing themselves laughing and pointing at my misfortune. Little bastards.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 1:10, Reply)