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From: Melbourne
Actually it was more embarrasing than anything.
The whole day was humiliating and quiet a long story so I'll tell you about the best/worst part. At the end of the day I wanted nothing more than to get out of school, I bolted out the front to the bus that I thought I had to catch to get home but I thought I better ask the bus driver if it was the right one, only problem was she couldn't understand a word I was saying so she sent me to one of the other buses, needless to say it was the same story and I was sent to another bus to see if they could understand my Aussie accent. By this time I was madly running from bus to bus while almost half of the school watched this crazy Australian running around madly. When I got to the final bus I was told that the bus at the front of the line was the one I needed but I had to hurry as it was about to leave.
I sprinted from the bus, and being polite turned to thank the driver, when I turned back there was a pole right in front of me.
There was a huge thud and everyone looked around to see the crazy Australian with blood all over my face getting up from my collision. I staggered back to the school office with my concusion and bloodied head and they called the family I was with to pick me up.
Not a bad way to make a grand impression hey?
The whole day was humiliating and quiet a long story so I'll tell you about the best/worst part. At the end of the day I wanted nothing more than to get out of school, I bolted out the front to the bus that I thought I had to catch to get home but I thought I better ask the bus driver if it was the right one, only problem was she couldn't understand a word I was saying so she sent me to one of the other buses, needless to say it was the same story and I was sent to another bus to see if they could understand my Aussie accent. By this time I was madly running from bus to bus while almost half of the school watched this crazy Australian running around madly. When I got to the final bus I was told that the bus at the front of the line was the one I needed but I had to hurry as it was about to leave.
I sprinted from the bus, and being polite turned to thank the driver, when I turned back there was a pole right in front of me.
There was a huge thud and everyone looked around to see the crazy Australian with blood all over my face getting up from my collision. I staggered back to the school office with my concusion and bloodied head and they called the family I was with to pick me up.
Not a bad way to make a grand impression hey?
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From: Central Massachusetts
OMG, that's a really great story, Peter!!! Hope you don't mind a little giggle from my end at your expense!
Looks like the smiley is spot-on for this situation, eh?
I suppose that left scars (literally as well as emotionally)
Looks like the
smiley is spot-on for this situation, eh?I suppose that left scars (literally as well as emotionally)
