Owwwwwch! What a Cluts

I love all the churches that we go to, but some times I just have to look back and laugh at myself. For example: We were going to a new church, and we had the usual anxiety attack, right before walking in the door! Well after braving the emotional elements I finally get enough courage to walk through the door into the teen room. (Which, by the by, is big enough for three wild mustangs to have fun in without hurting themselves.) Here's what I see, one door into the children's class, four TVs along the left wall with some kind of electronic device hooked up to each one of them, in front of the many chairs is a stage that looks set up for a professional concert( Not that I would know, I've never been to one.), to my direct left (at the back of the room) is a pool table with two people playing at it, far in front of me is a door to a kitchen, and covering the walls are banners of a bunch of different schools. Everyone is really nice and eventually we get around to playing Red Rover, about three people go and then they call me. Only they don't use my name they said "The girl in the striped shirt." I look down, OK that's me, and I start running. Now I'm in a skirt and heels and their line is frighteningly close to the wall. I turn and go for the weakest link in their line, big fat mistake! Their hands come apart like thread and I know I'm about to hit the wall but I can't stop! BAM!!! I slam into the wall face first, hit one of the TVs, my glasses are now halfway across the room, the TV stand goes forward, the television backward, the wheel to the stand comes off, and the door to it hits me in the shoulder! I'm positive that I'm gonna have a black eye but I'm okay with it, the only thing I can think is "That was FUN!!! I want to do it again!" Then I realize that everything is silent. So I do the first thing that comes to mind, I say what I was thinking. "That was fun!" Then everybody starts talking at once. I can pick out things like: "Is she okay?" or " You gave the Missionary a black eye!" and " Go see if she's okay." my favorite was "Her parents are gonna have your hide.!.!" Finally I got my glasses back and went to sit with another girl I met. After the lesson no one could wait to tell my parents what happened, and blame it on the youth pastor, but he just laughed it off. That was on of the funniest churches that I went to.