The following story is just one of several I have. It was actually an account that I wrote to a few different people. Before I tell it, what are some stories you may have? What is your most idiotic moment?
I’ve officially proved myself an idiot. How? For chores in the school dorm, I was given taking out the trash for this month. The first few days went fine, until tonight. It all started out normal, me taking the trash bag out of the trash can in the kitchen. After tying it shut, I proceeded to drag it out of the kitchen in to the hallway like one of those suitcases on wheels, walking at a brisk spead, thrilled to bee doing this with out expending very much ennergy. I bustled into my dorm room a little ways down the small hall way, the thin plastic trash bag scraping behind me the whole way against the rough, hard floor. I think upon entering my dorm room I realize that taking the trash bag with me had been a bad idea, and just because I guess I felt like it, I started cursing at myself loudly for not leaving it outside. I grabbed my cane which I had not taken with me, and, cane in one hand, trash bag in the other. I left. As I entered the common room which was a little down the hall from my room, someone told me to lift the bag off the floor. I did so, and, as cries rang out at me, I finally realize what I had just done. From the kitchen to the common room, I had left a big nice trail of trash, the bag having split at some point. This included someone’s discarded milk, no doubt sour by now. To add injury to insult, the same trail had been left in my dorm room as I happily and obliviously dragged the bag about. I was told to take the bag just out side the dorm door and leave it in the hallway. That I did, then sat on the couch, doing my best to hold back my laughter, as teachers past, trying to figure out what to do about the mess I had just so foolishly made. My laughter got the better of me and I gave in, saying in between gasps that this was hands down the dumbest thing I had ever done. They got a mop, and I wondered if I was going to bee asked to clean up some or all of it, which would have been only fair. To my surprise, I was not, and by the time I had taken the trash out, and gotten back in side, the floors, I'm told, had been mopped. If there so far has been little justification for me going under the username an idiot on line, now, there is plenty.