Two wrongs, gave me two blue eyes

Posted on 02. Jul, 2013 by in Uncategorized

two wrongs

It was during the late church service in my boarding school days.

We sat behind the choir and in front of me was a rather large lady. As they stood up for the last hymn, her dress got caught in her bum cheeks and her crimpeline dress hung there, like a curtain. Wackhead next to me lent forward, gripped a piece of material and ever so gently pulled her dress out.

Well, she felt it, swung around, saw me and wham, slapped me on the eye and turned back.

I clearly now knew she did not like Wackhead doing that. She probably liked her dress being just where it was.

Being the considerate soul that I am, I flattened my hand, aimed, and with a swift motion, stuck her dress back where she wanted it, up her bum. And that is where I got the second blue eye.

Moral of the story;

  • Two wrongs really don’t make a right
  • Good intentions don’t always work out like that and
  • Don’t fiddle with a women’s dress

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