Today I fell off of my bike trying to ride up over a curb sideways.
It was completely embarrassing and slightly humiliating and my jeans ripped and I got scrapes on my knees and found more later.
The worst is a good Samaritan walked by me as I flew over the curb and weeds into the concrete and didn't even say a thing about my flight to the ground.
However the best was that a good Samaritan walked by me as I flew over the curb and the weeds into the concrete and didn't say a thing about me falling in front of the entire university.
Today I learned why the Irish, British and other crazy nations drive on the left side of the road.
Once upon a time, in a far away land named Britain, there lived kings, queens, fairies and the knights-errant. The knights-errant used to leave their kingdoms and go on adventures, questing for honour and glory. They would take to the roads with their trusty steeds, traveling for kilometers (miles) in dusty armour in the hopes of finding jewels and courtly love.
HOWEVER. Sometimes a knight-errant would meet another knight-errant as they passed each other on the woodland paths. In case the stranger knight-errant was an evil stranger knight-errant, they would draw their swords immediately from their left hips with their right hands. Since they traveled on the left side of the road, the knights-errant were in perfect formation to begin a swordfight on horseback, if necessary. And they all lived happily ever after.
Eight hundred years later, the Irish and British still think it is a good idea to drive on the left side in case a right-handed knight-errant travels their roads.
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