In honor of the very first whispers of the new season (in as much as you can call fall a season in south Texas), I, well, fell. Hard. At work. All over the sidewalk. Twice.
Yes, as I am oh so put together, the hem on my pants came undone, and as I was doing my usual speed-walking down one of the sidewalks at work, my heel caught in the hem and knee met pavement, tearing a hole in my pants and scraping up my knee. Of course, because it couldn't be any other way, there were two people coming in the other direction as witnesses. They very helpfully offered to fill out an incident report for the hospital where I work. I declined, too embarrassed to deal with it. I then went on my not-so-merry way, quickly because I was still mortified, and--yup--it happened again, only this time it was my elbow, and two completely different people coming the other way. Apparently, people travel in pairs at this particular hospital. I had just been thinking that in the three years I've worked there, despite the uneven sidewalks strewn with debris from the trees, and despite my penchant for too-high heels, and despite the fact that I am generally a total clutz, I had managed not to bite it at work. I guess it could've been worse. Right?
So here is to hoping that doesn't happen again for at least three years, and that somehow I can manage to avoid those four people that saw me indefinitely. Cheers to fall (and this time, I do mean autumn)!
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