Falling down stairs
This morning I was ready. my hands were full, I had my gloves on, I knew it would happen. I had a death grip on the railing and inched my way down the steps. Sure, there are only three of them. I slipped and just held on. Then walked to my car.
Last night I was not ready. I slipped cartoon style at the top of my aunt's concrete steps-of-doom. I caught the railing and fence and nearly ripped the railing off. I floated gracefully down comfortably without injury (one finger ached a little for a while).
but ugh. I should invent a better stair model for New England.
Last night I was not ready. I slipped cartoon style at the top of my aunt's concrete steps-of-doom. I caught the railing and fence and nearly ripped the railing off. I floated gracefully down comfortably without injury (one finger ached a little for a while).
but ugh. I should invent a better stair model for New England.