Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Hope isn't the only thing that floats

If you are ever tempted to feel stupid, think of this: at a party I went to this past weekend, a middle aged woman got drunk, walked to the edge of a swimming pool, and stepped onto a floating table. She later said that she believed she would balance herself and float into the middle of the pool. Instead, she predictably toppled over and hit her head on the paving blocks that formed the pool’s edge. Perhaps because of some divine protection of drunks and fools, she suffered a mild concussion but recovered. When I feel down on myself I have the comfort of knowing that I have never been either that drunk, or that foolish.