A Story of a Clutz
31 January 2019 – Mount Gambier
Honestly, I am surprised this guy hasn’t had a heap of law suits thrown his way considering how clumsy he is. The only reason I say this is because people these days seem to want to solve all of their problems with law suits, and also look for other people to blame. Well, this would become a bit of an issue for a poor clutz like Mr Clumsy who just can’t help himself when it comes to doing stuff because he either knocks things over, breaks them, or simply causes himself, and other people, countless numbers of injuries
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I would be inclined to say that it is not his fault, but the thing is that he does know that he is an incredibly clumsy person, so in a sense should really be putting the extra effort into not breaking things that do not belong to him. As for his own possessions, well, I’d have to say that he would be a capitalist’s wet dream, namely because he goes through something like three alarm clocks in a week, and just as many radios in a month.
Well, at one point, he does manage to pour an entire jar of ink over the bank manager, but while we might laugh and act as if bank managers these days deserve such treatment (especially since there are a lot of people out there that would want to do such a thing on purpose), we need to remember when it was written, and back in the 60s and 70s, working in a bank wasn’t the high flying, million dollar a year type of job that it is today. Rather, it was a rather boring job that rather boring people did.
Interestingly, this book doesn’t really have any conclusions in the sense that Mr Clumsy comes to terms with his problems. It simply seems as if people just put up with him. Well, everybody with the exception of the farmer, who decides that instead of having some clutz come around and destroy his farm, he will simply do the helpful thing and perform a delivery service for him. Mind you, these days, in the age of Amazon and Uber Eats, you can pretty much get everything delivered to your door anyway.
Mind you, there is one question that is still bugging me, and that is what was written on the letter that he accidentally put in the toaster. I suspect it was just a bill, because that is all we seem to end up getting in the mail, no matter what era we happen to be living in (and the toaster is also where many of us pretty much want to put them).