When you are walking in your own neighbourhood alongside a friend who doesn't know the area and who is focussed on the conversation. You know exactly when and where to cross the road to get to your destination, and you instinctively and wordlessly adjust your course, turning left or right and moving from the pavement sidewalk into the road at precisely the right point. Unfortunately your clueless friend is oblivious to the correct route, continues straight forwards like a brainless supertanker, and a gentle but awkward collision is the result.
"Brandon why did you just walk into me again dude? That's the sixth time."
"Sorry bro, I don't know my way round. It was bumbleclash."
"Sorry bro, I don't know my way round. It was bumbleclash."
by Roadbadger February 21, 2024