After a hectic day there hadn’t been time to prepare dinner so I headed out to our local Charcoal Chicken Take Away Café. I ordered and waited for it to be prepared.
“Do you mind if you leave out the back way, so I can lock the front door.” The girl at the counter asked.
I looked at my watch and realized that I must have just gotten in before they closed and was grateful that I had just caught them.
“Sure, no problem.” I replied and took the big bag with my order and headed out the rear exit. Outside there was a table of workers who had obviously knocked off work and were having a meal. I looked ahead and there was a fence that wasn’t too high nor did it start too close to the ground. I pondered and reminded myself of my younger athletic days when I was both pretty good at high jumping and also at the limbo. Mmm which way should I tackle this fence, sure that neither would be too challenging but also aware that I would have an audience. I was also glad that I was wearing jeans. I decided that the limbo approach would definitely be a more graceful option and had the potential for far less damage just in case I forgot the straddle technique at that critical moment. Well so I thought. What I neglected to take into consideration was that I’d ordered so much chicken and the bag was so bulky that in spite of me being able to squeeze through, the bag didn’t actually fit so I gave it a good yank. Unfortunately this action caused me to pull a muscle and consequently as I shifted my position I got stuck.
