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Married to Night Train
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- Salford, UK
Just riding back from campus, enjoying a freewheel down one of York's few 'hills', I spied a woman crossing the road ahead. She was carrying about four cardboard trays, the sort moulded to take eggs, stacked one on top of the other, and each holding about 48 eggs.. And I thought, this would be a very comic point for my brakes and/or steering to fail..
Anyone ever had a real comic accident? Found themselves careering towards two men holding a sheet of plate glass between them, or turned a corner to find themselves in the midst of a military band/drum majorettes march past or anything?
(Afterwards, I thought, even if I'd just shouted suddenly, she'd have had egg on her face, but I would have had to shell out for the damage and on my budget, that's no yolk....)
(Also, bizarrely, she was carrying the eggs FROM a B and B, to a van liveried up form an egg farm. I'd sort of assume it would be the other way about...)
Anyone ever had a real comic accident? Found themselves careering towards two men holding a sheet of plate glass between them, or turned a corner to find themselves in the midst of a military band/drum majorettes march past or anything?
(Afterwards, I thought, even if I'd just shouted suddenly, she'd have had egg on her face, but I would have had to shell out for the damage and on my budget, that's no yolk....)
(Also, bizarrely, she was carrying the eggs FROM a B and B, to a van liveried up form an egg farm. I'd sort of assume it would be the other way about...)