Thinking I'm a superstar for parking the car and going in to Tim Horton's for my morning coffee - as opposed to being my usual slacker self and idling in the drive-thru for 2.12 hours - I stride past the handful of city maintenance guys smoking in front of the store, pull open the door, take 1.5 steps and *whoosh* land flat on my youknowwhat, while the gaggle of seniors inside gawk shamelessly.
There's really nothing quite like a big, fat dose of humiliation first thing in the morning to make you want to turn around and go back home ... and pull the covers over your head.
(A belated thank you to the very nice gentleman who rushed over to offer assistance and ask if I was okay ... sorry I was too mortified to respond with anything coherent!)
Alterum ictum faciam.
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please tell me that you were not wearing your smokin' alter-ego high heels that I encouraged you to put on for work...that is so terrible. You could probably get the attention of the city boys in a more dignified manner, just for future reference. How's your behind??
Sadly, flip-flops *sigh* can't blame it on the heels. I was wearin' a super-cute new blouse and new jeans, though - too bad the effect was lost while I was splayed on the ground like a starfish *cringe*. My butt will heal quicker than my bruised ego, I'm afraid!
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