Alright, here is my champion of intelligence story.
So, I was at an Anime Convention one year (AWA), and I had just purchased some tasty sesame chicken from the Chinese food kiosk. I was walking back to my hotel room to eat it (my hotel room is in the hotel across the street) when I noticed that the walkway was blocked off. Being at the end of the walkway already, I decide that I'm too tired/lazy to walk all the way back and use the crosswalk. So, I duck under the fence and proceed to climb down a hill, thinking that I'm being clever and am taking a shortcut.
What is visible about this hill from the road, which was not visible from my perspective was that it was not, in fact a hill in the truest sense. It was a short series of brick dropoffs covered in large bushes. I could not see past the bushes, so shortly after beginning my decent, I set my foot down onto nothing and tumble down quite some way. I sustain no injuries, but my chicken goes everywhere, and I have dozens of small, bloody scratches to show for my effort.
Later, in my hotel room as I am showering off the blood and the sticky chicken sauce, an entire piece of said meal falls from my hair.
So, I was at an Anime Convention one year (AWA), and I had just purchased some tasty sesame chicken from the Chinese food kiosk. I was walking back to my hotel room to eat it (my hotel room is in the hotel across the street) when I noticed that the walkway was blocked off. Being at the end of the walkway already, I decide that I'm too tired/lazy to walk all the way back and use the crosswalk. So, I duck under the fence and proceed to climb down a hill, thinking that I'm being clever and am taking a shortcut.
What is visible about this hill from the road, which was not visible from my perspective was that it was not, in fact a hill in the truest sense. It was a short series of brick dropoffs covered in large bushes. I could not see past the bushes, so shortly after beginning my decent, I set my foot down onto nothing and tumble down quite some way. I sustain no injuries, but my chicken goes everywhere, and I have dozens of small, bloody scratches to show for my effort.
Later, in my hotel room as I am showering off the blood and the sticky chicken sauce, an entire piece of said meal falls from my hair.