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| Marlene Terry |
1. a
clumsy, awkward of foolish person.
2. A person
who is never without a scrape or bruise, always finding ways to trip, bump into things and people.
... And on occasion, a klutz will also partially knock themselves out by walking into walls, doorways, and corners or cabinets and desks.
... And on occasion, a klutz will also partially knock themselves out by walking into walls, doorways, and corners or cabinets and desks.
Synonyms:
stumblebum, butterfingers, spaz.
Yep! That's
me. ... All of it. And I've been a victim of "klutzism, stumblebumness and
the spaz syndrome for ... as long as I can remember.
I mean how
else would you describe a mature, full grown woman, who regularly puts out
a step stool in front of the pantry door in order to reach the top shelves,
forgets all about it and then trips over it when she brings in the groceries from the car, causing the contents of
the sacks to spew onto the hard, tile floor ... scattering, opening and
breaking?
It's the
story of my life.
I can also
fall off my shoes, high heels of course, but don't forget flats, sneakers and
even sandals.
Like the
time that I, carrying just one very small carry-on bag at a very busy airport, turned
my ankle, and performed an awkward arms flailing, running pirouette trying to
remain balanced and upright.
The effort failed. And in the process, I also knocked over a newspaper stand ... and one very frightened, unsuspecting elderly passenger.
The effort failed. And in the process, I also knocked over a newspaper stand ... and one very frightened, unsuspecting elderly passenger.
It's
difficult to explain especially to those closest to you. ... Those who have no
choice but to stand by you and defend you even in the embarrassment of seeing
you spread eagle on a floor, emerging from a bathroom at a very public place
with the back of your skirt neatly tucked into the top of your pantyhose, or
supporting "tongue-in-cheek" your desire to "ZUMBA" dance your way to fitness ... in
the kitchen of-all-places.
... And you can believe
me when I say, when you're a klutz, there's nothing that will cause you to propel yourself
into an open cabinet door, jam it into the wall, and split it completely in half faster, than the strong beats of that wonderful Latin music!
..."ARRIBA!"
..."ARRIBA!"
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