P.E.: Falling in Front of Large Groups of People is Worse than Puberty

Just back from a week-long vacation (sub-post: being on vacation in locations without internet, preventing you from posting your usual rants is worse than puberty) and, in an attempt to save money after a week of financial blood-letting, decided to take public transit home.

So far, so good. On the way out of the airport I narrowly missed what would surely be a scene of puking (puffed cheek rush to the bathroom...avoided) by being first off my plane, caught the shuttle the moment I got outside, and quickly made my way to the subway line I needed. Up above ground, I even noticed that the bus I needed (if I wanted to avoid all exercise today, which I did, as I woke up at 5 AM) was waiting conveniently at the start of the line, so that I could walk just a block and promptly catch it.

At which point, getting on, I sprawled flat on my face, skinning my knees both embarrassingly and surprisingly painfully.

This wouldn't have been quite so bad if no one had been there, or if it had been late-night, and thus drunken, or if I weren't carrying heavy bags on each shoulder, like a yoked ox, as I plummeted (now much more loudly) to the ground.

But instead there were a few old ladies up front just dying to commiserate, meaning that the rest of my bus ride was spent laughing off my idiocy, reliving their experiences of similar idiocy, and wondering, aloud, to me, whether maybe it was my shoes that did it, or the early wake-up, or just clumsiness, or...

On the plus side, work doesn't start up until tomorrow, meaning this afternoon can be fully dedicated to nursing my scraped and bloodied knees...with mimosas.

-Posted by Jilly