Trojan Horse

“I can always tell which is the front end of a horse, but beyond that, my art is not above ordinary.”
-Mark Twain

A new horror!  I go to the gym everyday and there’s a girl who works the front counter there.  Since we see a lot of each other we’ve struck up a sort of friendship: I tell her the dramatic goings on of a police department, she tells me the ridiculous tales of a gym.  The other day she asked me how far off the wedding was and when I told her, “Next week,” she got a dark look on her face and said, “Stay away from horses.”

The last thing you will ever see!
The last thing you will ever see!

“Why?” I asked intrigued.
“My family keeps horses and I’ve ridden all my life.  So I was out riding a couple of weeks before my wedding and when I was taking off its tack when I was done it kicked me in the head.”
My jaw dropped.
“I was in a coma for three months,” she continued, “and had to do months of physical therapy when I woke up.  We got married after all that, though.”

Completely at a loss for what to say to that (“Crikey?”  “Good on ‘ya?” “Congratulations on being currently upright?”) I just mumbled, “Wow…”   She waved me off to the weight room cheerfully, “I’m sure that won’t happen to you!  See you tomorrow!”

7 thoughts on “Trojan Horse”

  1. ummm………I’ll add that to the top 10 reasons not to make friends with the gym receptionist. #5) Regaling one with horrifying stories of near-death and destruction at fragile moments.

  2. I am going to assume that this does not happen very often and that I know exactly who you are talking about. Crazy Crazy story. When i heard the story though the timing was a bit better.

  3. … That was about the coolest story I’ve ever heard. It’s like one of those moments where you go, “wait… really? REALLY? Naw. It can’t be. …..Really?”

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