Isn’t it funny how some people are just soooo freaking graceful?
Today, I’m walking in the Castro. It’s raining and muggy out and I’m headed over to check the mail. This lady slips and falls down right in front of me. But it was the way she fell that struck me. She was very graceful about it. It was almost in slow motion. She didn’t even drop her umbrella. And by the time I’d bent over to help her she was already back up on her feet again. She promptly thanked me w/a shy smile.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I walked away. Had it been me, my feet probably would have flown right out from under me and I would have ended up flat on my back! (Imagine that, me on my back?) I am not, nor have I ever been, a graceful creature. I’m sure it all stems back to childhood but I am so tired of cracking that nut. I’ve resigned myself to being a klutz.
You’re probably thinking WTF? I told you a long time ago I was a weird one. Now you know.
You, a klutz? Sounds like you need the t-shirt I got: “I do all my own stunts” with a stick figure guy falling backward. I’m a bit clumsy!
But yea, I’d probably be giggling too.
Moby, I am SO not graceful! I’m still scarred from my slip & fall in the mud during a HS football game. My best friends laughed so hard she “snorted”. Us clumsy folk need to stick together! 😉
“Imagine that, me on my back?”
Tease.