Jimbo was in such a haste to get some long overdue house chores done yesterday that he rushed headlong into a sliding glass door!
The ironic thing is, he was the one who closed the door moments earlier to prevent insects from flying into the living room!
And so, there he was, post call (and it was a pretty horrible call), tired but wanting to put away some stuff which has been lying around the porch for the last one week after the house warming on last Saturday. Stuff like a banquet table, loads of free milk powder (given by Tesco and destined for the orang asli children Jimbo visits every few months), a potted plant given during the house warming etc etc; and after dismantling the table, Jimbo walked quickly into the living room…
Jimbo didn’t know what hit him (or rather, what he hit)! One moment he was walking into what appeared to be the living room and the next, he was squatting, right outside the stupid stupid glass door, one hand clutching his forehead and the other, the back of his neck. He blacked out momentarily and was stunned beyond words. He felt like some one hit him with a truck!
Wife and children came running, offering words of concern and comfort and an ice pack.
All Jimbo could think of at that moment was this:
You see, many years ago, when Jimbo was a medical student in India, a good pal of his walked directly into a glass door at a restaurant and he fell backwards. The result was a nose bleed and bruised ego.
Jimbo laughed so loud and hard, he was crying buckets of tears of mirth. In fact, he almost doubled over in laughter. His buddy didn’t see the humour in it. Now, thinking back, Jimbo didn’t think it was very kind to be howling like a hyena at some one’s misfortune.
And so, like a karmic cycle, Jimbo walked into a glass door. The spectacles are crooked again (he sat on them earlier but got them fixed that very afternoon), there was no nose bleed thankfully, but his ego was mighty bruised!
Thankfully, his wife and children had the presence of mind not to roll around like idiotic hyenas laughing their heads off (well, at least not until half hour later when Mrs Jimbo let out a small chuckle).
When related on facebook, some were kind and sympathetic while others, thought it was funny!
Today, Jimbo walks around with a very sore forehead, a very painful neck, a crooked pair of spectacles and feeling very giddy. He’s hoping it’s nothing serious.
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