I was walking to my local grocery store when I started to look around the complex and into Dollarama when *Smack!* I walked into a payphone. I felt like a complete derp and was graced by the fact that nobody had seen or just didn't care.
When I was 13 I was at the Arizona Renaissance Festival. I saw someone holding a staff, and behind the staff was a parking aisle pole. My friend called my name I turned around and continued to walk forward, when I turn forward again I ran into the pole.
When I was four, my mom took me to a grocery store to buy oranges and other stuff for our pets on our farm we call "the farm." As I was walking into the barn on the top of the hill, I noticed that my favorite horse, Lean, was walking around with an orange on its head. I looked in my grocery bag and it was missing an orange since there were only four when we bought five. The best part of the story is that none of it is true.