I figure that calling out other people’s stupidity means that I should call out my own. And I have many. When you’re accident prone, that’s the life. A few weeks ago I fell on some escalators (right at the top because, y’know, gravity wanted to say hi), I walked into a fence that I go past everyday last week, and stairs are always eventful. Yay me.
So, sometime during the past week, I took my foolishness to a whole new level. I was in the kitchen washing dishes at an ungodly hour. The light was on but the curtains were drawn so I could sort of see outside but not very well. After a while I looked up and saw a strange man in a suit just standing there watching me. I was freaked out and I calmly finished my washing and kept glancing up to see that the man was there. Eventually, I put the light off so I could see properly and the man was still there.
I looked closer and…
… I realised it was an advert for The Grand Tour. It happened to be physically placed on a van parked outside, hence why it seemed like some guy was just standing there staring into my window. The man in the suit was actually Richard Hammond’s waistcoat thing.
I felt like such an idiot. LOL. I was just cracking up in my kitchen like an utter loon because I was genuinely panicked by what I perceived to be this creepy man.Thank God I didn’t start tapping at the window and brandishing a wooden spoon.