Scooter Rubbish

So the other day I had one of those days. You just feel like sh*t for no apparent reason. Everything's fine but not really. Everything is awful. The kind of day that you're just waiting for a reason to cry. The kind of day that if you can't find a pair of socks among your socks you'll burst into tears. (Has happened.) So I was feeling like that.

I got out of the house with a rubbish bag in my hand. I looked at the bin literally 30 meters away and then my scooter right next to me and thought: "Nah, I'm not going to walk back and forth. I'll drive my scooter." I think I heard a little voice in the back of my head say how ridiculously stupid I was being but I didn't listen.

I drove my scooter right next to the bin. It' wasn't a small plastic bin. It was a massive wooden/metallic waste container for the whole apartment building. I was reaching to put the rubbish bag in. I couldn't quite reach but then I accidentally twisted the throttle and BAM! I got the rubbish bag in....

And it wasn't like a small single bam. It was a bam and then the sound of me still trying to drive through the bin as it took me a while to get my hand of the throttle.

My first reaction was to look around if anyone saw me. No one did. Thank goodness!! After the relief of not having an audience during this humiliating incident, tears immediately started rolling down my face. I wasn't about to stay there so I drove the scooter to my parents' house wishing that the headlight wouldn't fall off. Luckily I have the best stepdad ever and he was kind enough to fix it for me.

It's not as good as knew obviously - quite a bit of glue was involved - but you can't spot the damage straight away. It looks alright and works just fine so it's ok. I was more traumatized by my own stupidity than the actual damage. I'm ok now though! I can laugh about it and welcome you to do the same.

xx
LIA