Chicken Soup for the... Klutzy Soul?

I've mentioned this before, but I'm a klutz. (No, I don't mean the kids' craft books, I mean as in someone who is incapable of making it through the day with physically hurting herself, someone else, or her clothes. And yes, the clothes are important.)

And food is basically an accident waiting to happen for me. So today we had a sort of "fair" I guess you could call it in our school. Basically, all of the career electives (drafting, carpentary, child development, graphic design, etc.) set up booths on our main hallway. And Culinay Arts had a booth. So my friend and I went to get food from them (did I mention that they were giving out free stuff too? Because they were) and I ended up with this fried dough sort of this with a lot of white powder on and around it.

And it exploded on me. I take an innocent bite of a pastry and suddenly I look like Frosty's cousin. And I had to walk down half of the long hallway (the entire thing is somethiing like 196 m long, according to a physics "experiment" earlier in the year.) looking like the sugar factory threw up on me. And I guess it sorta did.

That wasn't the worst though. Not by a long shot. About 20 minutes later, I went to throw away my styrofoam tray from lunch. So I walk over to the trash can, and I am literally five inches away from it, and I go to drop the tray in the trash can.

And I miss. I missed the bright red trash can that my feet are practically touching. I bent down and quickly picked up the tray and deposited it (successfully!) into the trash, hoping nobody noticed. No such luck. I turn back to my table (only about 10 feet away from the trash can) and five or six of my friends are laughing hysterically at me. With finger pointing and everything.

I really probably shouldn't be trusted around food.

<3 Helen