This morning I could tell my mind was elsewhere from the start: I didn’t hear my alarm for the first eight minutes it was going off and rather incorporated the sounds of the radio into my dream. Then on my subway commute I screwed up my Su Doku puzzle so badly I had three 4s in one row. Um, wake up Jenny.
But none of that anyone had to know. That would have easily been kept a secret (if I didn’t just reveal it to the whole of the internet).
What could not be kept a secret? Me heading up the stairs beginning my exit of South Station, first step, second step, BOOM.
The best part about my fall? A) My hands were full of a newspaper and a water bottle and couldn’t break my fall so I slammed onto the stairs with the force of my entire body onto the back of my hand. B) I was carrying my laptop slung over my shoulder in my messenger bag which picked up momentum during my fall, whipped around my body and hit me in the face.
Are you embarrassed for me yet? Don’t be. It gets better.
Somehow I managed to regain my composure fairly quickly, straightened myself out and continued up the stairs. I cleared the remainder of the first round of stairs, made it to the landing and thought I was going to make it up the second flight without incident.
You know where this is going.
I start heading up the second flight of stairs, first step, second step, BOOM.
SAME EXACT THING HAPPENED AS I WAS SURROUNDED BY THE SAME EXACT PEOPLE.
Completely defeated at this point, I just start talking to myself.
“Seriously?! Did that just happen? AGAAAAIN?”
Which then triggered some kind of insane laughter.
To the point where the adorable, kind older man behind me asked “Uh, are you ok darling?”
I gave the only response I could give at that point:
“Yeah I’m ok. But I am sooo blogging this.”