Two moments typical for the last two weeks

[mothwing]

Moment #1

It is raining in Uelzen, not any respectable rain, but the kind of drizzle that can't make up it's mind whether it's fog or rain. Of course, since it did not look like rain, I had not taken my umbrella along in the morning and am trudging along the cobbled street as fast as I can, laden with my full army backpack and a bag of books.
Suddenly, there is a feeling of slight suction at my right foot and then something wet and cold. Looking down I find myself facing not my black shoe, but my white sock. I look back, see my shoe a few feet back and realise heel of my shoe must have gotten stuck between the cracks between the cobbles.
Through the rain, I hop back, on one leg, to my stuck shoe, while a lady on the other side of the road who is walking her dog starts to laugh her head off.
I put my shoe back on, nod at her, and get home as fast as I can.


Moment # 2

I am signing up for my courses at the uni for next semester, am checking and double-checking my applications and am filling in my time table - courses I have been put into in pen, courses pending in pencil. I usually stick the pencil behind my ear when I am using the pen.
Around me, a basic computer skills class for students is in progress, but it is so empty that they told me I could check up on my courses nontheless. The two girls behind me are having serious trouble inserting pictures into the power point presentations they are doing and changing the size. The instructor, who sounds like someone with nerves of steel reaching the end of his tether, is explaining over and over again the magic of clicking the corners and dragging them, or right-clicking and changing the size. He tells them to try it again now and they are left to try by themselves.
I finish my time tabling and get up and start packing my bag. Suddenly, snorts of laughter erupt behind me. From the corner of my eye, I see the person who does not know how to change the size of a picture in a PPP point at her ear, whereupon she and her associate erupt in snorts again. I finish packing my bag and leave.

Comments

[count-tygath.livejournal.com]

No words, hun, really. Especially that old hag laughing about your mishap with the shoe. :(

*hugs*

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was nothing to worry about, just a moment of silliness. I know I'd have laughed if I had seen someone hopping through the rain with bags on one foot to get back to their shoe. Not as loudly, but hey, it does look funny.

Really nice icon you have there!

[count-tygath.livejournal.com]

Okay, maybe it did look a bit funny, but it certainly wasn’t for you, back in that situation. - Especially if your last two weeks weren’t all too great already. So if those otherwise little things add up, you know… I’d have been a bit grumpy there, too… ;)

Hey thanks! - It’s a picture by Victoria Frances, my favorite painter… She’s still quite new, born in Spain in 1982 and finished art school not too long ago. She’s great. Love her works. :)

Btw.: Happy easter to you and Crocky. :)