Some of you may know, but I am clumsy at times. I have a rule here that I have kept to myself, but while commuting despite how late I am running and how much I hate waiting for trains.... the rule is NEVER, EVER RUN to a train. In order to get to the train I either have to go up or down stairs and with my luck and coordination running is just not worth it.
Well I guess I failed to share this rule with Greg. Today we were heading to my company's employee appreciation happy hour and we approached our subway stop. As we were going down the stairs we heard a train approaching. Greg begins to run down the stairs telling met to hurry.
I thought for a brief minute, no.... I should tell him my rule, but quickly changed my mind.
Instead I began to run down the stairs..... big mistake..... the right heal of my shoe caught on the left side of my pants, twisting me up and BAM... down I went (are you laughing right now, because I am). My arm gets caught in the railing as I try to brace myself for the fail, attempting to make it as graceful as possible, but it was bad. Smack my head and knee hit the wall as I went tumbling down. Greg being 5 feet ahead turns around at me shouting "WHAO, WHAO"! He comes and picks me up off the nasty subway floor, I am now positive that I have some nastiness, and he asks me if I am okay.
I say NO! I am dizzy, then he asked if I want to go home, I say NO! and miss a free happy hour... are you crazy. At this time the train we were running for was not our train..... making the entire episode worthless. But now that I have recovered from my dizziness, we realize our train is here, so on we go. I pretend not to notice the people starring at me, and I even begin to giggle to myself as I realize I, an adult, have just fallen down a set of stairs in public..... I turn to Greg and inform him that I NEVER, EVER run to the Train. That is the rule.