Happened to me once. I was super drunk walking home and didn’t see an open manhole in front of me. I got super lucky, though.
From my drunk perspective, I’m just walking along when suddenly the ground is nearly at my eye level. Then I realised I’m dangling there, with only my head and elbows outside. I dragged myself out and continued on home.
I have no idea how I managed to fall inside with both my legs at the same time and why my arms didn’t hurt like hell, not even in the morning.
I don’t think reflexes were involved here, more likely it was lucky arm positioning at the right time. But what do I know? I wasn’t quite there to witness it.
I was always worried about perfectly round holes in the ground and falling into them. Looney Tunes really over-represented how common they were.
Happened to me once. I was super drunk walking home and didn’t see an open manhole in front of me. I got super lucky, though.
From my drunk perspective, I’m just walking along when suddenly the ground is nearly at my eye level. Then I realised I’m dangling there, with only my head and elbows outside. I dragged myself out and continued on home.
I have no idea how I managed to fall inside with both my legs at the same time and why my arms didn’t hurt like hell, not even in the morning.
The part of the brain that goes “we’re doing reflexes now and you don’t get a say” is wild.
I don’t think reflexes were involved here, more likely it was lucky arm positioning at the right time. But what do I know? I wasn’t quite there to witness it.
Especially since anyone can paint them on the floor anywhere!
They also led me to believe that quicksand would be a bigger hazard in everyday life.