The background: I'm a little sickly today. Tired. I didn't do my hair. I'm not wearing any make-up. I lost my voice (its likely somewhere at Port-O-Call, right next to Handerson's phone).
The moment: I was leaving my office to go to a meeting. I walked into the lobby of our building just as three people were coming in from outside. The toe of my right shoe somehow got stuck in the cuff of my left pant leg. I tripped. Not like a little stumble then retrieve yourself kind of trip. But like a face-down on the floor, rug-burn on the forearm kind of trip. I didn't want to appear as though my pride was crushed, so I jumped up, put on a smile, and in my scratchy whisper voice said, "Hi guys!"
Awesome.
Home Sweet Home
8 years ago
5 comments:
Aw Jessica! I feel so bad.
I think your voice was last seen next to Handerson's flip flop, which the universe seems to keep stealing :)
Ugh, I hate that. At least they were people you know; not strangers who come running up to ask, "Ma'am? Are you OK?"
Oh, no. No no. They were strangers. And now that you mention it, Kate, they should have come over to help me up. In actuality, they're response was, "We didn't see anything!" I'm sure they meant well.
Nice Recovery! At least it didn't happen outside in the parking lot with asphalt burns instead of rug burns on your arms.
I did that in front of many parents at a school event! Beware, I thought I was fine until sciatica showed up in my leg, something I had never had before, and it took a physical therapist to connect the two!
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