Random acts of gnarliness

I sliced myself
good and deep at
work on something
so sharp I didn’t
even realise I was
cut until one of
the blokes pointed
it out.

“Oi! Hojo’s bleedin’”
there was much
laughing after I
grabbed some packing
tape and made an
ad hoc bandage.

The production
manager came over
to see me:

“You OK, mate?”
“Yep.”
“Want to see the medic?”
“No”
“Americans are tougher
than they look.”
“I went for an 8 mile
run 5 days after I broke
my collar bone – this
is nothing but I think
I ruined my white socks.”

He wrote ouch on the
tape anyway.

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Ordered a 4 shot
latte in a 8 oz
glass.

The poor girl was
cornfuzed by my
accent and gave me
a 8 shot glass of
espresso.

I put a sugar in
it and drank it
anyway, thanked her
and left the milk
bar with my socks
spinning and my
hair standing up.

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Went bodysurfing at a small
Cove with big rips and seals.

“It’s a sharky spot,” the
Locals said.

“If the seals start jumping
On the rocks and climbing
Up the beach we’re out of
Here,” I told my bro-in-law.

He looked a little nervous.

I ducked under a surfer who
Bailed in front of me and
Swam to the bottom and dug
My fingers in the sand and
Hung on.

We caught a few waves and
I got barreled in a perfect
Hollow hissing set wave; I
Could see the rising sun
Through the cascading lip.

I love the ocean: sharks and
All.

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