CAR DOOR

Ten minutes before knock-off time and the skies decided to throw a little thunderstorm party for the entire East side of Singapore. This piece of detail is not particularly crucial to the story I'm about to tell but just keep that at the back of your mind nonetheless.

Weather: Raining atrociously heavily
Time: Knock-off time
Overall mood: Joey in that one Friends' episode where he just wants to leave Thanksgiving dinner with the gang (the one where Rachel made traditional English trifle with meat and jam and ladyfingers) to go to a drunken party with his hot model roommate and her friends.

 

Except mine was more along the lines of I wanna gooooo...sit in my colleague's car because he has kindly offered to send me home.

Because I have an uncontrollable need to reduce the amount of inconvenience I cause to others as to as low as possible whenever I accept their help, I have already mapped out in about 2.5 seconds how I would run from the door to the car and open the car door to the passenger's seat in as little time as possible.

That's 2.5 seconds more than required to think about such a move because I obviously over-hyped myself when I ran towards the car, opened the car door as swiftly as possible, stuck my massive head out TOWARDS the car door in hopes of shaving off milliseconds only to throw it against the corner of the car door. I, a 22 year old, ran my head against the corner of the car door as I was opening it. The pain was just...umfff *grits teeth*. Let's just say that I was very close to tears.

There is no denying that I run into a lot of inanimate objects. The roofs of low ceiling buses, low hanging air-conditioning outlets of buses, table corners, wall corners (sometimes my brain would think that cutting a sharp corner even more sharply is a good idea), bus doors (a recent experience which caused my ears to bear the brunt of it)...you get the drift. But a self-inflicted car door injury to the forehead is truly a first.

I was terribly afraid that the impact would have caused a cut on my face (it did not) and was relieved for a moment before I realise that it had left a dent in my forehead instead. Literally. Now, 30 minutes after the incident and the dent has been coloured over by a patch of red/angry looking mark which I presume is in the shape of the car door's corner. Because nothing is more attractive than an angry red mark in the middle of my massive forehead.

What can I say, my lack of sense of coordination knows no bounds. Also, I hope to god this mark doesn't turn into a massive bruise tomorrow because guess what's even more attractive than an angry red mark?

SIGH