Today I bought some groceries, and on my way out of the store I decided to grab a couple of anti-bacterial wipes, and so I did, and then I started pushing (what I thought was my basket cart of groceries).
I was now outside, still pushing the basket cart, and I looked down and saw an empty basket.
I rushed back inside the store, pushing the empty basket, and there was the one that I had left.
One day while teaching an English class, I needed to go to the office.
When I returned to the classroom I looked for my chalk.
I asked my students if they had seen my chalk.
They said, “You still have it in your hand!”
I returned home with some groceries.
I put away the groceries.
Instead of the freezer I had put a steak in the pantry (food closet).
NOTE: I don't even know if I should count this as a Mr. Bean moment. It's not funny.
When I was fourteen I went on my first and only hunting trip.
I had killed a deer.
I wrote a poem about this experience.
The poem expresses my sorrow about what I had done.
The Mr. Bean moment came after I had yelled down to my grandpa that I had shot a deer. He was down at our campsite.
He yelled back:
“Cut his throat!”
“What?” I said.
“Cut his throat! Cut his throat!”
So I began cutting the head off of the deer.
It took awhile.
Grandpa kept yelling to cut the throat.
I kept cutting.
And finally, the head came off.
I put it in my backpack, and carried it back to camp.
I proudly opened the backpack and pulled the head out.
“What the hell did you do?”
“I did what you said. Cut its head off.”
“I said to cut his throat!”
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES