What a pain in the butt!

Ken’s
Korner

It is just amazing how the rumour mill can really be a “pain in the butt!”
If you have walked anywhere in the past week, especially early in the morning, you know it is treacherously slippery out there.
Last Tuesday I slipped on a patch of ice in my garage. Water had flowed under the garage door and frozen on the concrete. However, I caught myself on the car and did not go down. I did say to myself, “I need to put some salt on that patch.”
Out of sight out of mind. I forgot completely about it until Thursday morning.
My dad was planning to come with me to Fort Frances for a ride. I made him a cup of coffee and needed to clear space in my car for his cup. I grabbed the dead cup from Tuesday’s trip and proceeded to walk around the car and place it on a work bench. I stepped around the back of the car and before I could say “darn that hurts” I had hit the concrete with my butt and my head on the bumper of the car.
My first reaction was one of embarrassment. I immediately got up and gimped out of public view into the garage... after all I was not sure who was watching my fall from across the lane at Riverview Apartments.
Well gritting my teeth I limped over to the car and got in. Boy did that soft seat feel better than the hard cold concrete.
Well I thought nothing more about it other than the pain in the butt I had.
The next day someone whom with I had had no contact the day before came in and asked how the injured editor was and how my camera was. Apparently my coffee mug had turned into a camera.
I asked how he knew of my accident. He said, “You think you know the news... we on the street are very wise!”
I smarted over the weekend and today am still sore, having banged my tail bone on a door Sunday.
One other rumour had me skateboarding in the garage. Just so you know, I gave up my skateboard over 20 years ago.
–Until then, Ken