Brain Fart

I seem to be having an identity crisis with my blog page.  Perhaps I will just keep changing the colors depending on my moods.  But I will continue to share my ramblings and musings, indeed, my odds and ends from my cupboards and drawers.

I'm not sure about you, but it seems like it is when I am at work that I get these great blog ideas and then *poof* - the ideas vanish when I get to my laptop at home.  So since we are on the topic of brain farts (if you will forgive the expression), I thought I would share one of my favorite brain fart moments with you.

Please indulge me and allow me to describe myself first.  I am the person who wants to be 'perfect' but in so doing, somehow manages to bungle things up fabulously.  This lends itself to wonderful tales of embarassing moments, some of which revolve around brain farts.  Many of the others typically revolve around articles of clothing that are slithering and sliding off me in shopping mall food courts or public transportation.  Those lovely tales I shall save for another day.  I simply can not share all my amusing antics in one posting.

As for the particular event in question about which I will regale you, it involves the Plus 15 system in Calgary.  If you have ever visited Calgary, you know that many of the office towers downtown are connected by bridges call Plus 15s.

I take the same route through the Plus 15 everyday, and as of the day of this particular incident, had been doing so for at least a couple of years.  Now keep in mind, that everyday I go through this Plus 15 system, the doors to the bridges are either propped open, or open automatically.  On the day in question, I came to this one door that was always propped open, but now was closed.  I stood there looking at it and thinking, "Gosh how am I supposed to get through this door" .  I was truly very concerned.    So I started to wave my arms around thinking that the automatic sensor will pick up the movement and magically open the doors for me.  Nothing.  I jumped.  Nothing. Waved my arms again. Nothing. (Bear in mind too, there is a coffee shop just to the side of this particular door.  So my antics are in clear view for anyone sipping their morning joe). All the while I am thinking, "how come this door won't open, and seriously, how am I supposed to get to work " - outside of having to backtrack and go outdoors. At the same time I'm staring at the words "Push" on the front of the door but  it did not register....

...and then the light went on!! 

You can imagine my embarrassment. I sheepishly look over my shoulder to anyone who may have been observing this insanity, not sure what I would do if anyone was indeed watching.  Maybe take a bow, and wave.  However, I was unsure if there were any hidden security cameras.  I'm sure if there were the guards would have been thoroughly entertained so I decided I would just do a courtesy wave and smile anyways.  Of course that only served to make me look even more crazy.

I'm not sure what was going on in my brain that day, but it was truly one of those moments where the logical escaped me.  I came through unscathed and only somewhat embarassed as I don't really believe I was observed - unlike my food court incident.  But alas, I shall save that for another day.  

All the same,  if I can't be perfect I will be pleasantly crazy, and at least laugh at myself when life's embarassing moments seem to lassoo me around the neck as I'm sure it does to many people.

~ M ~