Sometimes I tell my friends that I feel like my life is an episode of Mr Bean. If you are not familiar with him, it's slapstick with a wicked twist, played by the British actor Rowan Atkinson. It was big here in Canada back in the nineties. At first people just smile but once they get to know me, sometimes they just laugh and question, "a Mr Bean move"?
Take for instance the other day, I was in a hurry for an appointment and was in the process of scrubbing myself all clean and shiny. I went to shave and as I opened the cabinet, my toothbrush popped out. In that split second my little brain realized the falling toothbrush was heading straight for the toilet! I jumped and performed the worst juggling act on earth trying to catch the airborne object. Arms flailing because I never was too coordinated, I kept hitting it higher and higher, all with the goal of keeping it from doing an Olympic dive into the toilet. Finally I managed to catch it in the crease of my elbow against my chest. I totally froze for a second, making sure not to drop it. I firmly held the toothbrush while I closed the lid to the toilet. With a sigh of relief I placed the toothbrush safely on a shelf, when I pulled my hand away the tip of one finger caught the end of the toothbrush, sending it spinning like a dying helicopter right into the container that holds the brush to clean the toilet.