Moan of the day!

Annoying funny people is todays topic.

Today I was with a friend when we saw a man holding a bike sitting down by the curb.

He looked a little estranged, and then we noticed his leg was gushing with blood, well bleeding mildly.
I must be a horrible person as I immediately wanted to laugh out loud, as he looked so depressed and that cheered me up (was feeling a bit mean today).

He looked a little lost, clearly his leg had stopped him to be able to pedal on, and get back on that horse (well bike).

We popped to the shop to get some food, and then saw him again.

We had moved about 300m, but this time was sat on the floor almost in tears.

Everyone was walking past seeing this man with a bloody leg and wincing face.

However in this day and age, if someone needed your help surely they would say, I thought about asking if he was ok, but everyone has a mobile, so maybe he just tried to keep going and make the most of his pain.

Perhaps I was a little harsh when writing this, but he looked so sorry for himself with his push bike and a bloody knee.

Story: Bikes and Water-guns

When I was young boy (well around 10) I was rather adventurous and fun compared to my old age nature now, I loved to explore and play fun games everyday.

One weekend my cousins were down for the weekend and along with my sister we were all riding our bikes around the close.
However
This was a bike ride with a difference, it was also a water fight.
Yes we were really that cool and creative when we were young.

We started off going up and down the close if our water-guns, shooting each other whilst riding, almost like a game of 'it' (tag) but pedalling.

We realise now that this was a rather bad idea.

Water and bikes don't necessarily mix that's for sure.

My cousin lost control of the bike as he was hit with water...
He hit the curb and his chain come off...losing balance he fell of his bike.

...it looked bad and horrific...there was no laughing.

As we got close we realised it wasn't good news, and his ankle was not looking good. Pretty much sticking out.

We went and got a trolley which was low down...and wheeled him back to the house...

Calling my mum for help in a mad panic there was chaos and blood...we rushed to hospital...broken ankle.

What a fun game...shame it ended up so badly.