Have you ever done something so incredibly stupid that you question your own intelligence? I certainly have. Many times.
The first time I can remember doing something really stupid was back when I was maybe ten years old. It was bedtime and I was still pretty wound up. I raced downstairs to kiss my parents good night, but when my sock-clad feet hit the linoleum floor, I went flying. I slid all the way into the kitchen and ended up slamming my forehead onto the kitchen counter. Of course, my father raced over to see if I was okay. Since I wasn’t drooling and had no facial tics, there didn’t seem to be any brain damage. I went to bed a little dazed, but otherwise fine.
The next morning, I went downstairs to have some breakfast. My dad was beating some eggs. Suddenly, he stopped. He reached down to the kitchen counter and lifted up a big chunk of tile. “I thought I heard something crack last night.” Apparently, I survived the accident, but the kitchen counter wasn’t so lucky.
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