Made an absolute pratt of myself.

Dave McCool · World Chat Champion Joined: 04 Jun 2006 Karma :

Right, as I'm sure the majority of you will have noticed, it was a bit snowy yesterday. 'Great' I thought upon seeing this, 'I love driving in the snow I do.'

So off I went for a drive in my little car, until eventually I find what I'd been looking for; a corner with good visibility and a liberal coating of snow/ice.

There followed a 10 minute period of me going through this corner at ever more ridiculous angles of sideways, whilst giggling like a manic shcoolgirl.

I decided, at this point, to pull over and have a fag before i got a bit too excited and threw the car bushwards. There was a spot down the road where pulling over was convenient, and also offered a superb snowy view. 'Fantastic' I thought, and pulled over onto a worn down part of the verge.

So I sat there, rolled my cigarette, and proceeded to enjoy it whilst admiring the view. At this point, the first car I'd seen on this road trundled towards me. The driver of said car, looked rather moody. He also probably made the judgement that I was a stoner (I can see how he could have come to such a conclusion). Being a nice guy, I thought I'd smile at him. It was a cross between a sarcastic smile, and a genuine 'cheer up mate' sort of effort.

He continued looking moody, so my smile intensified. Then, suddenly and indeed without warning, I was wet. The bastard had aimed at a puddle of meltwater, and had got a huge wave through my car window.

I was fucking soaked.

I sat there for a few seconds, then, realising my limited revenge options, just pissed myself laughing (my jeans were soaked anyway... Wink

). At this point I spot a rather attractive woman walking her dog.

She's coming this way.

I look like a mug.

Time to leave.

So I go for the 3 point turn. It's a narrow lane, so I use a bit of the verge on the other side. Tragically, in my haste to not let the rapidly approaching milf see my soggy trousers, I didn't take the snow on the opposite verge into account. Halfway round the turn, the front wheels are on the verge, and I apply the brakes. The front wheels promptly lock, and slide very slowly off the other side of the verge, and down into the field, with the back wheels still on the road.

I'm now fucking stuck.

And still wet.

About 10 huge reversed wheelspins later, it becomes clear that that's not working, so I pull further into the field, deciding that a run up was necessary. Even this proves difficult, and takes me a full five attempts to gain the neccesary momentum/traction to get both axles over this frustratingly tiny hill.

Having finally got the car back onto the road, and having got myself something approaching composed, I look in the mirror, and spot the afore mentioned milf, laughing quite hard.

I didn't feel very good about myself...

Anyone got any tips for future shame handling/limitation?

I can recommend getting rip-roaringly drunk...
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