In the shower
When I was 6 I lived in Italy and went to a British Forces School. At the end of the year the class had to go up to the next year group for a visit, so that we could have a peek at what we would be letting ourselves in for. So it came to our class' turn and we were all hauled into the big, scary Year 2 classroom, but, unfortunately, I needed the loo really badly. I toddled off to the big, scary toilet block and proceeded to do a whizz in the cubicle. No surprises so far, but then I discovered that I couldn't open the door. After trying the lock for half an hour, shouting and attempting to crawl under the cubicle door, I was quite miffed (being 6, I was actually quite hysterical). A genius idea hit me! What about climbing onto the toilet, onto the cistern and then over the cubicle door and swinging on the shower rail at the end (the toilet block had a shower for some reason), and jumping down to the floor in order to get out. Foolproof thought I. How wrong I was - I got to the shower rail stage pretty safely, but when I actually swung on the shower rail, it could not take my weight and I fell several feet into the basin below, ripping my upper ear on the drain in the process. Big trippage to the military doctor ensued, and I came away with half a day off school and stitches in my ear.

Stupid girl.
( its_hatorah_bitch is b3ta the devil you know on, Sun 30 Dec 2007, 15:38, Reply)