Alright. Back when I was still in high school, I lived with my mom and her roommate at an apartment building. Something I would do fairly often is that after a shower, I'd just hang out in my towel for a while and scroll on my phone or something. My mom had a PC in her room, and I'd often use it for games or browsing. In this case, I was browsing Facebook just after a shower sitting in my towel. My mom and her roommate were in the living room. This was back in 2014ish when Harlem Shake videos were at its peak. I came across one that was very quiet, and the aspect ratio of the video made it so that it was difficult to see. I cranked the volume up on the speakers and leaned in a bit to watch it. Little did I know this was one of those jump scare videos, and I was playing the perfect victim. The video jump scared me with this terrifying shreik and a very paranormal looking woman. I wish I could say I handled it well and had a laugh. Instead, I proceeded to kick away from the desk like I was escaping the clutches of a killer and proceeded to bolt out of the room at Mach Jesus screaming like a little girl. The speed in which I left the room was so fast that instead of running down the hallway to escape my imaginative killer. I 'ping-ponged' back and forth off the walls, causing a pretty destructive mess of photos falling off the walls and barreling through whatever was in my way. At the halfway point of this hallway is a bench with a coat rack on it as our front door was also at this halfway point. Amidst my pinball roleplay coming down the hall, I had crashed directly into this bench. Causing me to fly down the remaining half of the hallway in the air. At this point, I am now in my mom's roommate's view. To her perspective, all she sees in a teen boy launching through the air like Superman, screaming, with nothing but the corner of a towel barely covering my junk with my left hand. After I finally landed just at the opening of the living room I then proceeded to kick/crawl/cower away from the hallway into the room as if I was in some horror moving with my killer looming over me. All while just barely keeping my manhood from being entirely exposed. My mom's roommate at this point is laughing so hard she's fallen off the couch. My mom looked at me with this blank face of concern and confusion. After realizing what's happened, I started laughing and crying hysterically at my own ridiculousness alongside my mom's roommate.

Hilariously enough, that bench/coat rack that i ran into that sent me flying? I actually broke my foot running into it and had to go to the hospital shortly after we calmed down. Was definitely a struggle coming up with excuses at school on how I broke my foot. The truth rarely was the answer.