15 2 / 2012
An embarrassing story - I’m a giant Klutz
Today, because I am so very graceful, I straight up tumbled down the stairs going into the 42nd street station. I’m not even talking like a little fall, I mean rolled down head over heels. All I know is I misplaced my footing, thought oh no I’m going down, and the next thing I knew people were telling me not to get up and asking if I needed them to call an ambulance. The moment people said ambulance, my brain went straight into calculating dollar amounts, and I forced myself to get up. Said thank you and pretty much waddled away into the next coming train while everyone stared at me with wide eyes. I’m fine mainly just a little bruised and swollen, but more than anything embarrassed. Here’s the real beauty about living here though, you can topple down the stairs, make a complete fool of yourself, and then simply get on the next train wipe away your tears and move on like nothing happened at all nobody even notices.
