story time at JAQQ

its story time!

i'm the kind of person who LOVES telling stories. No, i dont mean fictional kinds: i'm not gonna type up some cutesy story of a pennyless girl who ended up marrying a prince.

i'm talking about real stories that happen to me. When in college, i worked in the library [no, i'm not a nerd]. And each time i went in, i'd share my latest stories. Well, the one guy said: "your stories are always lame." i took offense to that.

one day i came in with a GREAT story though. That morning i had been to the local gas station to buy some coffee. Yum! I love french vanilla coffee with french vanilla creamer. so good... Well, as i went to get my coffee, i noticed that it was all empty. SAD DAY! the little old lady behind the counter said: "oh here-- i just made a new pot of it." So, she thought she'd be nice and pour it for me.

Unfortunately, her aged hands werent quite so steady-- She poured scalding hot coffee all over my hand!!!

the first thought that crossed my mind was: "She's somebody's grandmother." So, i didnt scream, i didnt cuss, i didnt throw a fit. I just breathed in, breathed out, and said "its okay. no problem."

Then i proceeded to drive to college, though one-handed since my burned hand was in so much pain. I walked into the library and shared my story-- which this guy claimed was equally lame.

Question for my readers:
1) Is my story really that lame?
2) Share your own story with us!