Frisbee
Playing frisbee at a local park with a work colleague (both in our 30's). The park had a football pitch on it but the goal-mouth area's were pretty worn and the owners had 2 big mounds of earth ready to redistribute across the pitch.

We were stood probably 30 yards apart and were whanging the frisbee to each other quite successfully.

I threw the frisbee and it must have caught the wind slightly as it rose a bit more than normal and headed over said colleague's head.

He started running after it whilst keeping an eye on it. I suppose could see what was going to happen before it happened and kept thinking "No, he'll spot that huge mound of earth. 'Course he will. He won't run into it.."

On that point I was wrong. He ran, full pelt into the waist high pile of earth. The last I saw of him for a good few minutes were his feet, totally upside-down, dissappearing behind the mound.

I was creased over in pain from laughter. He was, by all accounts, also in pain; from the tumble as well as the laughter.

It took a while for us to strike up a conversation about it due to the laughter.

It was one of those moments that brings a smile to your face whenever you remember it. Just a shame I didn't catch it on camera. £250 smackeroos would surely be mine.
(FUXTIX Not my words, Carol, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:23, Reply)