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The other night when I was at the theater with Tim, I slipped going down the stairs on the way out. Luckily, he and I were the only ones in the theater at the time -- my friends and I have this weird compulsion to stay to the end of the credits for every movie that we see -- and no one saw my display of poise, bearing, and grace.
I was wearing new sandals and I slipped on the plastic piece that covers the end of the stairs. Didn't tumble or anything, just grabbed onto the railing and sat down hard. Tim asked me if I was okay and then helped me up, and then we laughed it off, end of story.
Yesterday, I noticed a bruise forming on my inner forearm, and this one's a doozy. It's ugly as hell, and I mean in a people are staring at it and giving me looks of alarm and pity kinda way.
I'm used to the bruising -- I'm one of the clumsiest individuals I know, and I'm used to random bruises of unknown origin, especially after a weekend at the lake -- but the strange looks are new. I'm not sure what people think, but I'm sure it's much more exciting than what really happened!
I was wearing new sandals and I slipped on the plastic piece that covers the end of the stairs. Didn't tumble or anything, just grabbed onto the railing and sat down hard. Tim asked me if I was okay and then helped me up, and then we laughed it off, end of story.
Yesterday, I noticed a bruise forming on my inner forearm, and this one's a doozy. It's ugly as hell, and I mean in a people are staring at it and giving me looks of alarm and pity kinda way.
I'm used to the bruising -- I'm one of the clumsiest individuals I know, and I'm used to random bruises of unknown origin, especially after a weekend at the lake -- but the strange looks are new. I'm not sure what people think, but I'm sure it's much more exciting than what really happened!