New Story!
I'll share mine from monday. I went to the park with my church youth group.
I had just finished lunch from LaRosa's in the Festhaus when one of my friends walked in and asked if anyone else wanted to go eat at Hank's Burrito Shack. (he had been out trying to find someone to retrieve his phone from the ground below Firehawk, but one embarrassing story at a time) My other friend and I had already finished but we agreed to go with him so he wouldn't be bored while in line.
To divide the entrance of the queue line there was a low table with some random decorations on it. One of those decorations was a large (and I mean really large) glass bottle filled decoratively with peppers, lemons, tomatoes and some other vibrantly colored fruits and veggies.
My feet were tired so at this point I got the bright idea to sit on that low table next to the large glass bottle. Well I wasn't really paying attention and thought I could lean back a little bit. But what I didn't take into account was how close to the bottle I was. I leaned back onto it, bumped it, stood up from the table, and could do absolutely nothing about the giant falling bottle. The bottle seemed to fall in slow motion as I sat back a mumbled the words, "Oh balls..."
Next thing I knew the bottle was shattered on the floor with the many fruits and veggies scrambled all over the place. There was about 20 seconds of awkward silence as I noticed everyone, including the workers, had stopped what they were doing and looked at me and the huge mess I had created. I had no idea what to say and all I could think of was a family guy quote my band director had used a lot in the past:
Next thing I knew a worker (who seemed pretty P.O.'d) came out from behind the counter with gloves and a trash bag and I had fled from the shack in embarrassment.
So, if you go there now you will probably notice that there is still a giant bottle on the table but on monday, I can assure you, there were two...