Foot in mouth and other diseases

I might be overdoing this 'common saggis' thing, but seriously, here are some things Urja and I do that are the same without any conscious attempt to imitate:

1) If there is only one bump/ pothole on an entire expanse of smooth, freshly laid road, we are bound to find our way into/ over it like moths find their way to light.
2) We end up jumbling the simplest of sentences....regularly :' 'there is no one by this number on this name here' (that gem is Urja's)
3) No one should read our chat conversations.....not only does our spelling get atrocious when we are typing, it's sometimes not even a word (e.g. wo9rk8ing = working)
4) Keys, wallets, cell phones and scarves are from the family of things that are meant to go invisible when with us. (We once spent about 40 mins searching for a key on a busy-ish Pune road, that was well, safely resting in Urja's purse.)
Urja: I can get quite restless at such times, which, sadly for people around me, happens often as I the proverbial absent minded professor. I used to drive my former roomie, whom we'll call Arpita coz that's her name, up the wall constantly. Aarti, I am going to be grateful to you forever and a day for not getting exasperated at me that day. You are the best!
5) Murphy is our great, common friend...... if we step out together dressed fabulously on sunny days, that one BBC (Big Black Cloud) will pour only on us.
6) How we keep tripping over our own feet, more often than not this happens when we are at our cautious best and the chances for embarrassing ourselves are maximum.
7) We are forever bumping into tables & chairs, cupboards & overhead cabinets and all other furniture, whether protruding or not. Big deal, you might say, after all people keep bumping into furniture all the time. We bump into walls of our own houses as well. Motor coordination? What was that again?
8) This incident took place during the days when wearing the helmet was not yet made mandatory. Or was it? I dont remember exactly. But I had a brand new helmet and wasnt really used to either wearing it or lugging it around. Venue- another busy-ish road in pune. Time- just about right to go home. I dropped Aarti off at the cake shop (monginis) and after a whole lot of blah-blah-yak-yak we said our goodbyes. I put on my helmet and suddenly the world around me went black. It took me a whole 30 seconds to realise that I had pulled the helmet over my head the wrong way- my ponytail was hanging out of the opening meant for my face. I could hear the muffled sound of Aarti's laughter. Even today I cant believe I did something so idiotic.
9) That one time when Aarti (it was you, wasnt it?) used a fork and knife to eat a pizza. And with such enthusiastically concentrated effort that the knife flew out of her hand and landed with a clang on the floor between two table. Venue- Pizza Hut. Witnesses- the entire staff and a hundered million other people besides.

This list could be endless, as the two of us realised, and we are going to spare you the baring of the Clumsy Souls. And though we share our clumsiness, I must confess we share much much more........What more can a friend ask for than a true soul to share embarassing moments with?