I did one of those things I hate.
It's in the category of unrecoverable.
Thankfully only my grandfather saw me, but the mere fact that it happened embarrassed me.
In my defense it was dark outside and I was staying somewhere new for the first time.
But alas, there really isn't a good excuse.
I squinted my eyes to see if the glass door really was shut. It would have made more sense to actually reach my hand out to be extra sure, but then again this is me we are talking about. So, trusting my eyes, which tend to fail me often, I stepped out in faith.
Faith laughed when I ran straight into the closed glass door.
I sighed in embarrassment.
Pop snickered.
I opened the door and wondered if I was ever going to not do stupid stuff like that. If I had a Magic 8 Ball I'm pretty sure it would read "Very Doubtful."
