Alright, rewind to 3 and a half weeks ago. It's trash day. The spring thaw has yet to come at this point, and the previous evening we had some freezing rain and then later a blanket of snow to cover everything up. Normally I am one of those people who usually waits a little bit longer than they should to do household chores. Today I decide I'm going to have the trash out to the curb well before the garbage man rolls up instead of 5 minutes beforehand like I usually do. As I'm rolling along to the curb I hit a nice smooth patch of ice right on the street and fall straight on my ass. I lay there for several moments takeing in the scene around me. On my shirt and pants are now what I can only assume is soiled cat litter. Used newspapers are now blowing into the neighbor's yard, and I can just barely begin to smell the rotting food from the day before when I cleaned out the refrigerator. I slowly get up and limp back into the house, with any thought of cleaning up the mess I have just made as far off as the glass bottles that are now rolling down the hill. I quickly realized this is not going to be just a simple bruise but that I in fact broke my wrist and arm. Now here is the kicker. As my brother pulled up to my house to drive me to the ER, who else but the salt truck decides to roll up my street and plow at that very moment. If I had just waited 30 minutes like I usually do to take out the garbage I never would have fell and broke my arm. Now I'm stuck in a cast for at least 3 more weeks. Tl; dr, fell on the ice and broke my arm. wouldn't have if I had waited and procrastinated like I usually do with the garbage.
Submitted March 23, 2015 at 06:40AM by Wheethins http://ift.tt/1B5V9xd tifu
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