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.”
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I hate botching my morning Sudoku puzzle…starts off the day on a bad note :Z
You really do need an Indian Larry escort. Think about it.
what’s with today? i thought my missed alarm and unwashed hair were bad…then i read about my friend finding out her ex-husband was getting married again…then my other friend is organizing a huge event but the keynote speaker is stuck in london…and now your tuesday tale!
we should all be happy if we make it through the freaking day….
I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious.
I don’t know you…but I’m sorry. I definitely wouldn’t have been laughing at you. It reminds me of the time, at Charles/MGH Station where I wiped out violently on the platform and my Discman flew forward ever so forcefully and slid into the tiny crack between the platform and red line train…landing on the tracks below.
For me, that was the day the music died.
okay, outch. is it monday or what?
but also, pretty hilarious ;) hope you’re okay…
Must be something in the water.
I recently forgot to put the flash card in my camera and then didn’t have it when I went to take picture of me and Kevin Karlson at the Boston Marathon. Then I swore never to do THAT again. I made a plan to leave the flash card door open on the camera so I’d know it had to be insterted before taking the camera somewhere. The really annoying thing about this is that I took about 10 pictures at the finish line just prior to this and the camera didn’t indicate that the flash card was missing.
Then I had my other camera in the car and was going to do a video of how to get from downtown to Sommerville, which I always have a hard time figuring out despite the directions from my good friend Ravi. Turn left at Manny’s. I know now. So I went to use that camera nad no flash card! Oh my. That camera beeped at me to tell me the flash card was missing.
I also recently forgot where I parked my car. Where is my mind?
I’m glad you blgged this and can’t believe you replied to the man, ““Yeah I’m ok. But I am sooo blogging this.—
I LOVE that!
Well that definitely trumps my morning of losing all my precious coffee due to my dog deciding to chase a cat and in the process my fav travel mug falls smack dab in the middle of….well…doggie business…
Don’t worry you aren’t the only one. I fall UP the stairs ALL the time and I’ve got the bruises to prove it.
If it makes you feel any better, I, too, slept through my alarm and went to work with non-washed hair. I feel like a scum bag because I am covered in polyeurethane up to my wrists. (no, it’s nothing kinky… just the barn.) Maybe we should have some feel better Tuesday drinks.
Jen, you got that “falling thing” from your mother!