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Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever going to outgrow this awkward phase. I'm a few months shy of turning thirty, and after what happened today, I feel more like a pubescent.
We had the monthly .22 tournament this morning. When we were firing the last ten rounds a shell casing from a bullet flew into my shirt and got trapped in my bra. With what felt like a cigarette cinder burning my chest, I tried shaking out the shell but unless I did a half-striptease, that casing was staying pressed on my skin. I finally took the shell out at home later but the damage had been done. I've got a tiny burn.
But the real embarrassing moment was when I ran back into the range after trying to shake out the casing. I was in such a rush to score my target that I tripped on the cement embankment and fell to the ground. I pitched forward and did some sort of weird barrel roll so I could stop and land on my hands & knees and stand up.
That was a big FML moment. I'd gone from "Top Shot" to Tina Belcher from "Bob's Burgers." Don't get me wrong, it's funny to see the latter act awkward on a cartoon show, but I don't actually want to BE her.
Tomorrow I'm taking a road trip to Moab, UT with the librarian and a history teacher. I'm a little nervous as this is my first road trip where I'll be driving more than a couple of hours. That, and those two were going to shaft me on the rental car by not signing up to drive it just to save a few bucks. What irritated me was that they didn't plan on telling me. Grow balls and just say, "Hey, we want to save a hundred bucks by not registering to be authorized drivers."
Let's see how this goes. If we don't kill each other or wreck the car, it'll be an overall success.
We had the monthly .22 tournament this morning. When we were firing the last ten rounds a shell casing from a bullet flew into my shirt and got trapped in my bra. With what felt like a cigarette cinder burning my chest, I tried shaking out the shell but unless I did a half-striptease, that casing was staying pressed on my skin. I finally took the shell out at home later but the damage had been done. I've got a tiny burn.
But the real embarrassing moment was when I ran back into the range after trying to shake out the casing. I was in such a rush to score my target that I tripped on the cement embankment and fell to the ground. I pitched forward and did some sort of weird barrel roll so I could stop and land on my hands & knees and stand up.
That was a big FML moment. I'd gone from "Top Shot" to Tina Belcher from "Bob's Burgers." Don't get me wrong, it's funny to see the latter act awkward on a cartoon show, but I don't actually want to BE her.
Tomorrow I'm taking a road trip to Moab, UT with the librarian and a history teacher. I'm a little nervous as this is my first road trip where I'll be driving more than a couple of hours. That, and those two were going to shaft me on the rental car by not signing up to drive it just to save a few bucks. What irritated me was that they didn't plan on telling me. Grow balls and just say, "Hey, we want to save a hundred bucks by not registering to be authorized drivers."
Let's see how this goes. If we don't kill each other or wreck the car, it'll be an overall success.
