I had a drum that was stored on a huge wardrobe and was pretty unstable. One day, as i opened the wardrobe, the drum fell on my head. I laugh about it today because fortunately, the wound was not as severe as i though at first.
I was at a club and persuaded a young lady who didn’t want to dance to change her mind. As I’m leading her by both hands, walking backwards, she asked how I “got to be so smooth?” (something no other woman has ever asked me). “Well, I grew up with two older…” backwards over a chair.
It actually probably helped me out because I jumped up and laughed at myself with zero embarrassment, which means we were both laughing about it.
Went to my car at Lidl. When entering I hit my head against the roof. Bumped to the other way, door began closing, hit my other side of my head against the door, then roof again, again door and smashing into the interior in a sitting position. Door closed.
After made myself think again I thought about how my father would be disappointed over my grave that he raised my for so long and I killed myself in such a stupid way.
Left side of my bed collapsed while mid-coitus (cheap MDF bed, not raucous sex). Missionary, so we just rolled softly off the mattress and onto the floor. Paused briefly as we both processed what had just happened, then laughed and continued.
Rushing on a snowy day, walked into an open manhole. To this day I have no idea what I landed on, I was shoulders-deep and when I came back the next day the snow was gone all I saw was the manhole cover.
I never actually saw it, but my mom swears and declares that one time a maine coon cat we had ended up getting up on his hind legs and used his paws to open my bedroom door, back when I shared a room with one of my brothers.
