Sometimes things do not go as planned…
…like the time I tried to ride a wave on a crowded beach.
The wave flipped me and somehow washed off my new bathing suit.
Searching for my trunks in the cold water, my manhood shrunk up like a walnut.
The other people on the beach were my classmates from high school.
My nickname became Wally Walnut. Over time, it shortened to just Wally.
Then there was the time I finally tried to ski.
Falling from the ski lift, I caused quite a pile-up of angry skiers.
I apologized and fell my way out of there as quickly as possible.
That is the most I have ever continuously fallen without serious injury.
I don’t try new things as often these days. Just the same old thing for me.