Looking at the pictures up on the wall at my school and coming
across one in particular that i thought would fit in perfectly with
AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com, then taking a closer look and......oh whoops, that's one
of my students
just sitting down to eat breakfast and then told that it's fast Sunday...my head falls to my chest as i give a large sigh, the naughty side of me wishing that i could just forget what i just heard. never has oatmeal looked so good then at that moment as i was pushing it away
walking past one of the many lingerie shops and seeing a nicely toned male manikin advertising, "24 hours open" on his lower pelvic area. whitey tidies and bad grammar....now THAT is a turn on
playing a game at the crosswalks of red light green
light, seeing if the drivers will yield or not, because the whole
"yield to pedestrians" yeah, doesn't exist here. The drivers
have two speeds here: at a dead stop, or "if you get in my way you
will die" fast.
Working away on the computer with a bag of caramels in front of me, reaching into the bag for juuuust one more, only to feel....nothing. it was at that moment i looked down to see a gigantic pile of empty wrappers just staring at me from the desktop. It was an awkward moment for both me and the pile.
walking along the side walk and getting a nice steamy
sewer facial.
looking down at your lunch wondering if it really came
from the kitchen, or if something had crawled up from the deep dark depths
of a cow and died on my plate.
the Russian manikins here have uhhh.....very pronounced
chest markings
walking to the school and seeing a bunch of fire trucks outside, and because of my childhood where a whole day would be dedicated to touring a firehouse, i just assumed that this was for educational purposes. when trying to prance my way into the school however a man yelled at me in Russian looking at me like i was stupid, and said, "fire." ohhhhh......you mean....ohhh he he he, you mean there was an actual fire? well shucks, my bad. i guess my stuffy nose didn't really help me out here when i couldn't smell the smoke
that moment when you cheer when it's19 degrees outside
Hilariously inappropriate
mispronunciation moments of throwing a cube/die with the kids and hearing,"i
want to die!" or my personal favorite, "i want the pube!" (had to
debate whether this should go in the awesome category
losing my key to the apartment and
being trapped outside in the cold waiting for someone to open the door, then
trying not to look like a creeper as i follow that person inside
when I'm doing the train with the kids and i catch myself going "chugga chugga chugga chugga toot toot" like Major Pane
the glorious sensation of feeling
something snap on your body, immediately going into conservative mode trying to
cover up any part of your body that may be revealed due to that snap (buttons,
zippers, etc.) only then to look down and see the remains of a broken purse.
Awww man, what a disappointing relief.
I watched a man walk to the side of the side walk and prepare to fire, except this missile didn't quite leave the cannon. He ended up with a two feet long strand, swaying in the wind. (psst! mom, this is your cue to say that line from that movie that i hate but have grown to love so much)
running to the bathroom fumbling with your pants as your body is about to let loose a mini hurricane, bending down and falling strait into the toilet because the previous person was so kind enough to leave the seat up, needless to say i glared at every male i saw for the rest of the day
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