Another day, another conference. Not really. I promise that’s not how I usually spend my days, but it’s just that time of year. Planning, reviewing, strategising. Looking at what went well, and looking forward to the new year.
All this means lots of ice breakers. Lots of team building. Lots of group activities. Not normally in my top ten favourite things to do, even I have to admit, that when you have someone who is super enthusiastic running it, it is kind of infectious.
Today’s challenge was to share your most clumsy moment.
Most. Clumsy. Moment. I have so many to choose from. Falling, slamming, dropping; I’ve lost phones in lakes, fingers in drawers and more heels than I can count to dodgy footpaths. I’ve almost reached my mid-thirties without a broken bone, although by statistics I’m probably due any day now.
But the best one (depending on your point of view) was the day I managed to spill coffee all over myself, by falling down outside a cafe, right next to my car.
My ankle simply twisted under me, leaving me to crumple like a baby giraffe trying to find his feet – but without the cute factor. The coffees went up, and I swear in slow motion, they came back down, as things tend to do. All over me. All over the car. All over the road.
While I lay on the ground, crying ugly embarrassed tears, and trying to assess the damage, a parking inspector wandered over. He saw me lying on the ground, and then wrote me out a parking ticket before sauntering off.
Now, I will admit, that I *might* have been illegally parked while I quickly ran in to grab the coffees. So technically I was in the wrong. But who actually does that? It was so mean that the injustice of it all just bought a fresh round of tears.
Thankfully this story has a happy ending (although I still had to pay the parking fine).
The lovely staff from the coffee shop came out and helped me up, while I continued to sob. They shook their fists at the parking inspector for me, and then replace the coffees making sure I was safely tucked into my (still illegally parked) car.
My ankle was fine, my pride healed, the tears dried and hot coffees were delivered back to the office, as planned. Other than smelling like a good latte for the remainder of the day, no permanent damage was done.
And it now makes a good story for ice breaker sessions. So screw you mean parking man, I feel like I won this round.
What’s your most clumsy moment? Come on, own up!