Quotes About Mishap

He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.

Only bad golfers are lucky. They're the ones bouncing balls off trees, curbs, turtles and cars. Good golfers have bad luck. When you hit the ball straight, a funny bounce is bound to be unlucky.

The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran him over.

There are many expressions to describe someone who is going about something in the wrong way. "Making a mistake" is one way to describe this situation. "Screwing up" is another, although it is a bit rude, and "Attempting to rescue Lemony Snicket by writing letters to a congressman, instead of digging an escape tunnel" is a third way, although it is a bit too specific.

Everybody does something wrong at one time or another.

His profusion of long lank yellow hair hung heavily across his head like a Shrove Tuesday mishap.

I have bad car juju. -Stephanie Plum

Looks like you're on a roll. This is the second car you've toasted this week. Carl Costanza - Hot Six

Sorry about Bender, Lula said, letting the Trans Am idle at the curb. Maybe we could tell Vinnie he died. We could say we were all set to bring Bender in, and he died. Bang. Dead as a doorknob. Better yet, why don't we just go back and kill him, I said. I opened the door to leave, caught my toe in the floor mat, and fell out of the car, face first. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the stars. I'm fine, I said to Lula. Maybe I'll sleep here tonight.

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Any manual labor I've done was purely by mistake.

I had a Kindle for a brief while, but I dropped it in the ocean, and that was the end of electronic reading for me.

When I was 14, I couldn't be bothered to tweeze my eyebrows, so I would shave them in between. One time, my hand slipped, and I had half an eyebrow.

I was in Iowa one time, and I kept trying to fire up the crowd, and I kept saying, 'How's Ohio doing?' For some reason, they just weren't coming around!

Wishing to make an effective entrance, he flung it wide open, when a heavy jug of water fell right down on him, wetting him to the skin, and just missing his left shoulder by a couple of inches. At the same moment he heard stifled shrieks of laughter proceeding from the four-post bed.

What can go wrong will go wrong.

A man who can set out in a cab for a fancy-dress ball and not get there is manifestly a poop of no common order.

Neferet fell smack on her butt.

Planting his foot firmly on a golf-ball which the Hon. Freddie Threepwood, who had been practising putting in the corridor before retiring to bed, had left in his casual fashion just where the steps began, he took the entire staircase in one majestic, volplaning sweep. There were eleven stairs in all separating his landing from the landing below, and the only ones he hit were the third and tenth.

Ow! My eye! I didn't know where my hand was going. I thought it wanted to rest behind my head but it wanted to poke me in the eye!

What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself.

did we crash Ellie?

The coffee was never served. It boiled over, spattered them all, and wet a costly tablecloth and the baroness's dress. But it served the end that was desired for it gave rise to many jests and merry peals of laughter.

Nothing made you look like more of a dick than standing there trying to find the end of your scabbard with the tip of your sword.