So I fell on the train today. Not in my own driveway, not outside in the slippery snow-covered parking lot, no. Instead I fell inside the reasonable full train. And not just a stumble either -- a full out flat on your face, nose within inches of the floor, wipeout.
And I've got the skinned palm, scratched hand, bruised knuckles and dust-and-salt-covered clothes to prove it. I think my hip is out of joint. I actually heard people go “ooooo” as I careened forward.
And I have a full day of meetings to get through today! Hurrah!
3 comments:
I'm sorry to hear that. Can I kiss your booboos later?
Ouch! But at least you gave everyone on the train something to talk about...
Too bad it couldn't have been on the way home. I s'pose that's why people keep emergency clothes at the office.!
Oh what a drag - glad it wasn't too serious. I have always had visions for falling flat on my face in front of a bunch of people! Guess it was a bit embarrassing. One has to look at life's little surprises as a learning experience, eh.
I really need to get my own blog. Soon, soon.
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