I’m not sure if any of these three stories actually fit the question, but they’re close.
The first one was going out one night in Manchester a few Februarys ago. It was raining torrentially (it was Manchester) and I was hiding under an umbrella. I was just about to point and laugh at the guy in front of me on the footpath wearing completely inappropriate clothing – a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. Just as it happened a car drove through a puddle and drenched me. The water soaked through my blazer, jumper and shirt, as well as my jeans and making a mess of my hair. I was so embarrassed because I was trying hard that night and it somewhat ruined it for me. I’m still struggling to decide whether I can laugh at it now or whether I’m still traumatised. (Pictured above is the offending puddle on another day – it’s that famous other people take photos of it!)
The second story, all of us except the victim laughed at at the time but maybe shouldn’t. We’d been out and the person in question had drunk quite a lot. There was a row of what I will call inverted metal U shapes on the pavement designed to lock your bike to. Maybe about six in a row. This person decided to walk along them. He managed the first two, got a bit of a wobble on the third, just about made the fourth and missed the fifth with everything until his groin intervened. Slapstick humour. Thankfully for him there was no lasting damage but he had a bruise the size of his entire thigh a few days afterwards.
The third thing I hated at the time but maybe wouldn’t mind doing again was my Duke of Edinburgh Award Expedition. The weather was shocking for the whole time and it was actually pretty cold and miserable. We lived on Nutrigrain bars. Looking back on it now, though, it was oddly pretty fun.
Don’t need nothin’ but a good time.
How can I resist?
Ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ but a good time
And it don’t get better than this.
Nothin’ But a Good Time by Poison