I was walking from the my brand new job at the Theater and Dance building--which really isn't all that exciting..but at least I get hours. Anyway I was on my way to Tai Chi class at Lund. It was sure to be a good day. I waved hello to a friend in passing, but really there was no one around the parking lot I was currently crossing. I decided to take a short cut through the math building(seeing as I was already late for meditation and finding my chi), and as I neared the edge of the parking lot, I had to take a step up to the sidewalk. Either I was in too much of a hurry or my mind was someplace else..but I can assume you'll guess what happens next.
I bit it. Hard. I think I missed the curb or something, but this was quite the trip. Not the type of trip where you fall, catch yourself with a big step forward, heart racing, and you look around to see how many people saw you almost go down. No. This was the kind of trip that found me horizontal on the ground in about .4 seconds. This trip left my hands torn up and bloody, my limbs bruised, and my ego shattered.
It was great. Really. It was the kind of fall you dream about watching somebody else have. I would have adored to see it from the 3rd person. It could have been so so funny--had there been anyone around with whom to share it. But everywhere about me, there was no one. Which made it about 156,786 times more awkward. Actually there was a girl. She approached my sad scene from the left and laughing I told her that I was glad she could share that moment with me. She looked at me blankly. She was not entertained. Also. So awkward. It was then when I got up and began my stumbling flee of the scene. I heard the girl's voice, and I turned around hoping she'd just make fun of me--or something. This is what I got: "You dropped your chapstick."
Really, girl, really? I dropped my chapstick? That was funny. Laugh at me. Dah. I just had to share that in some form or another. An embarrassing moment of this proportion can't go unappreciated.
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