Bathtime friends in bathing suits it is time for us to snort bubbles again!
My last name means "slow" in German.
Therefore I am by nature always late.
Sometimes it is fashionable. But other times it is the opposite.
Here is the story of one of those times.
In 7th grade I was late to class, so I started running like the wind. As fast as the wind runs when it is carrying a 60 pound backpack.
And then I fell, up the stairs.
"No big deal" you might say, or "Oh shoot! she took an L!" (I don't know what that means, but l learned it from my friends who went to Philadelphia public high school.)
But let me explain what can happen when a person falls up the stairs with a 60 pound backpack on their shoulders. The backpack can, as it did in my case, become lodged above that person's head pinning them down to the floor from the neck up. This results in the flapping of other limbs.
So it was all good when i was lying on the cold stairs, eyes millimeters from the granite. But it was not good when a cute boy from the 8th grade strolled by on the upper level. It's tough for a pre-pubescent girl to yell out to a cute boy "hey! my head is lodged between my backpack and the floor! can you help me?" So he yelled out "Are you ok!" but i certainly did not ask for assistance even though, frankly, i needed it.
I eventually got free, most likely because of the flailing. And you'd think this catastrophic event would have taught me my lesson and made me try to not be so late. But it hasn't, because being late is my middle name, or my last.
I can not wait for more bubblicious tales! Meanwhile, i will have a tea party with rubber ducky.
