Author's Note: Hey Whyvillians! It's ntwt with yet another "A Day in the Life of a Klutz". I'm hoping this could be the start of a new series. Tell me what you think in the BBS.
As an early birthday present, my friend Elissa decided to take me downtown. I'm fortunate enough to live close to Lake Ontario, well . . . I wouldn't say fortunate. Certain areas of the lake are brown and it smells like the bathroom after your Grandma had a bean burrito, seriously. Despite this, we decided to shop and hangout there for the day. Our parents, being the loving generous people that they are, refused to drive us and told us to take the bus.
Take the bus? No big deal, right? WRONG. I am embarrassed to say that I will be 15 years-old on August 6, yet I had never taken a city bus . . . ever. I rely solely on my parents driving me wherever I want to go.
So I grab my $2.75 and hop on the bus. As me and Elissa get on I notice that there are no seats side by side that are available. Oh joy. Luckily for me, I found a seat between a guy that perspired more than the average person should and a middle aged woman doing god knows what on her Blackberry.
After what seemed like hours, I arrived downtown. After shopping and stuffing my face with over-priced food, I walked towards the lake. I noticed this really run down lighthouse that looked perfect for sitting on. I climbed up and took my shoes off because, well, I don't really know why. Just go with it. As I was sitting there I noticed these very good looking boys trying to be all dangerous by doing belly flops into the lake. What I wanted to say was, "Buddy, jumping into a smelly brown lake does not make you dangerous. It just makes you stupid." But instead I did what any teenage girl would have done, I cheered my heart out.
After a few minutes of shouting and whistling, the boys took notice. They looked over and smiled, initiating for us to come over. I tried playing hard to get by laughing and saying no, but they took this as an invitation to come to us. At this point I was freaking out and having trouble determining if these guys were creeps who would follow me home. If you haven't already noticed by my last article, I tend to get nervous around good looking guys. My cheeks turn red and I'm either speechless or impossible to shut up. As these ridiculously cute, sopping wet guys approach me my mouth zips shut and all I manage to spit out is, "Uh . . . hah . . . my . . . hah . . . hey." Somehow I managed to tell them my name, which proved helpful when they said, "Melissa, aren't those your shoes in the water?"
Oh. My. Gosh.
OH MY FREAKING GOSH.
My favorite pair of flip flops were floating in the lake. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't jump into the water like a crazy person, and of course the boys who were so willing to jump into the lake only moments before refused to get them for me. So I stood there, mourning my beloved shoes while listening to the sound of laughter at my expense.
The rest of the day consisted of me walking around downtown barefoot. I don't know if any of you know this, but walking around the streets with no shoes draws the attention of many. I can't even tell you the number of evil eyes that were shot my way when people thought I wasn't looking.
For those of you that were disappointed because Mike wasn't in this article, you'll be pleased to hear that I am going to a Blue Jays game with him in a few days. It's almost a guarantee that I will do something to humiliate myself . . . maybe I'll even get lucky and have a ball smash my face in. If I do, you'll be the first ones to hear about it.
~ntwt
