G is for Giggle and Gobby
Before I trained as a teacher, I had a plethora of jobs and learned many of life's lessons, usually the hard way. Dare I say it... I was a bit gobby.
One hot summer's day, I was working away, inputting sales into the computer, when I received a phone call from a very disgruntled customer. Our after sales department, consisting of one person, my friend, had refused to replace a faulty item. I told the customer I'd sort it.
Like a bull in a china shop, I burst into my friend's office and began to rant. I could feel my cheeks burn as I became more animated and my voice raised exponentially. I was possessed. But some higher being, protector of my friend, intervened. All of a sudden, in the middle of my outrageous gobbiness, my legs were pulled from underneath me and in one swift movement I ended up on my back. The next thing I saw was my friend peering over the edge of the desk, looking bewildered. We stared at each other for a moment and then burst into fits of giggles. That quickly became raucous laughter and I was rolling across the floor, uncontrollably. It was most definitely a Bridget Jones moment. The office door swung open and our boss looked in to check what all the noise was about. We both looked at him through watery eyes. He tutted and closed the door again. Resume, laughter.
Neither of us could explain the force that had knocked me on my backside and that was the day I learned that gobbiness was not the way to go.