The girl who walks through walls
Today, believe it or not, I walked right through a glass wall...
Okay, so I have always been a day dreamer. I guess you could also say that I've always been someone who has a million things racing through my mind at the same time.
Well, today I got back from my lunch and was asked if (since my fabulous boots and $56 coat were already on) I could go on a mission to deliver a $250,000 cheque to one of the dudes at RBC. Of course, any moments out of the office are good moments and I figured I could finish off my coffee and walk underground and perhaps window shop.
So I can tell you that as I was walking I was thinking about oh so many things...
I was thinking about the state of the environment and the effects of global warming
I was thinking about the fact that I was starting school that night and which pens I would have to steal from the cupboard to bring with me to class
and I was thinking about the importance of the letter I had to deliver...
I was thinking about how I should take my time so that the rest of my day would go quicker
and ..and...
....as I walking up the stairs to get to Mr. Important Investment dude to deliver my oh so important cheque I was thinking about this lady...
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I watched her talk on the phone and wondered if it was a personal call
I thought about the state of the travel industry and worried about the future
I thought about her family and if she was making enough commissions to feed her children...
but what I didn't think about was the fact that at the top of the stairs there was a glass wall...
and yes...I walked RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS WALL.
It didn't register, even when I heard the loud smash of glass all around me.
It still didn't register as the people around me gave me their 'what the fuck' faces
I kiiiiiiinda clued in when a woman told me that there was a huge piece of glass sticking out of my face
At that moment I started to panic.. not because I had glass all over my coat, hair, hands, face but more because I thought that they would make me pay for the window
I started to pick up my pace but there was glass all inside my fabulous boots so I had to stop and spill it all out.
That is when the blood started pouring all over the ground.
Now you have to understand, this is Vancouver. Crack heads are walking through full walls of glass and screaming 'TISSUE, I NEED A TISSUE MY FACE IS BLEEDING..SOMEONE HELP ME' all the time so I guess it didn't come as a surprise when people diverted their eyes and walked around me. At that moment I noticed I was bleeding all over the cheque. Oh yes, the cheque, I had to deliver it!!! I had no kleenex and I guess I might have been in a wee bit of shock so I had pressed against my face a few receipts that I had in my purse and I made my way to the elevator. Since the face bleeds comically much, and my hands were also bleeding all over the building's posh floor, the security officer stopped me as the elevator doors were closing. It turns out that she saw the whole thing on her important incident watching tvs and wanted me to sit down. Of course, I deliriously muttered that I had to deliver this very important blood stained cheque but she would not have it.
I wouldn't let them call an ambulance but they wouldn't let me go without making me go to the clinic.. The doctor got the glass out of my hands, chest, neck and face. It was also made known to me that I would have to get a liquid suture on my lovely chin. they of course didn't have any of this liquid magic but left me bleeding in the office. Eventually they taped me up and sent me to doctor number two down the road who charged me $20 to glue up my face..
Yes, I am the biggest looser in the world. I'm pretty lucky, this could have been so much worse. Now I am sure to have a cool scar and a pretty cool (cough) story to tell to impress da mens.
Oddly, this did not make me the coolest girl at school tonight...
Okay, so I have always been a day dreamer. I guess you could also say that I've always been someone who has a million things racing through my mind at the same time.
Well, today I got back from my lunch and was asked if (since my fabulous boots and $56 coat were already on) I could go on a mission to deliver a $250,000 cheque to one of the dudes at RBC. Of course, any moments out of the office are good moments and I figured I could finish off my coffee and walk underground and perhaps window shop.
So I can tell you that as I was walking I was thinking about oh so many things...
I was thinking about the state of the environment and the effects of global warming
I was thinking about the fact that I was starting school that night and which pens I would have to steal from the cupboard to bring with me to class
and I was thinking about the importance of the letter I had to deliver...
I was thinking about how I should take my time so that the rest of my day would go quicker
and ..and...
....as I walking up the stairs to get to Mr. Important Investment dude to deliver my oh so important cheque I was thinking about this lady...
t
I watched her talk on the phone and wondered if it was a personal call
I thought about the state of the travel industry and worried about the future
I thought about her family and if she was making enough commissions to feed her children...
but what I didn't think about was the fact that at the top of the stairs there was a glass wall...
and yes...I walked RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS WALL.
It didn't register, even when I heard the loud smash of glass all around me.
It still didn't register as the people around me gave me their 'what the fuck' faces
I kiiiiiiinda clued in when a woman told me that there was a huge piece of glass sticking out of my face
At that moment I started to panic.. not because I had glass all over my coat, hair, hands, face but more because I thought that they would make me pay for the window
I started to pick up my pace but there was glass all inside my fabulous boots so I had to stop and spill it all out.
That is when the blood started pouring all over the ground.
Now you have to understand, this is Vancouver. Crack heads are walking through full walls of glass and screaming 'TISSUE, I NEED A TISSUE MY FACE IS BLEEDING..SOMEONE HELP ME' all the time so I guess it didn't come as a surprise when people diverted their eyes and walked around me. At that moment I noticed I was bleeding all over the cheque. Oh yes, the cheque, I had to deliver it!!! I had no kleenex and I guess I might have been in a wee bit of shock so I had pressed against my face a few receipts that I had in my purse and I made my way to the elevator. Since the face bleeds comically much, and my hands were also bleeding all over the building's posh floor, the security officer stopped me as the elevator doors were closing. It turns out that she saw the whole thing on her important incident watching tvs and wanted me to sit down. Of course, I deliriously muttered that I had to deliver this very important blood stained cheque but she would not have it.
I wouldn't let them call an ambulance but they wouldn't let me go without making me go to the clinic.. The doctor got the glass out of my hands, chest, neck and face. It was also made known to me that I would have to get a liquid suture on my lovely chin. they of course didn't have any of this liquid magic but left me bleeding in the office. Eventually they taped me up and sent me to doctor number two down the road who charged me $20 to glue up my face..
Yes, I am the biggest looser in the world. I'm pretty lucky, this could have been so much worse. Now I am sure to have a cool scar and a pretty cool (cough) story to tell to impress da mens.
Oddly, this did not make me the coolest girl at school tonight...