Those who know me are aware that I’m klutzy and often clumsy when it comes to performing simple tasks either for the first time or, sadly, the 100th.
Tuesday, I met local beekeeper Buddy Broadway.
First, I must say it was a fascinating interview and I learned many interesting facts about bees.
My favorite way to enjoy honey is poured on top of a Southern–style biscuit saturated with butter.
But I digress.
Mr. Broadway kindly allowed me to pour my own honey into a bottle. I was excited because I had never performed such a task.
Well, little did I know, if you pull up too hard on the lever, the honey comes spewing out with alarming speed.
And so it did, all over my legs, feet, shoes and Mr. Broadway’s honey room floor.
Of course, I was very embarrassed that I had made such a mess. But Mr. Broadway kindly informed that the bees would clean up the mess.
Upon hearing this, I wiped the honey off as fast as I could for fear the bees might decide to clean my mess while it was still on me.
Despite my mishap, this experience will remain one of my favorites.
I should be used to these blunders by now. In college, I tripped and fell right in front of the student union during lunch hour, when of course, a ton of students were milling about.
Around the office, I often “forget” there’s a wall or partition and promptly run into it. Happily for co-workers, there always seems to be a witness to these incidents.
I could go on and on, as I’m sure most of us could, about my occasional moments of self-inflicted disaster.
However, I believe it adds character to my personality.
I’m not graceful by any means and am surprised I can stand on my own two feet sometimes, but if my mishaps can bring a smile to someone’s face, then that makes me first embarrassed, but then happy.
I, for the most part, embrace my quirks and especially this job, which provides me the opportunity to learn about and meet many types of people.