Lunch was a tragic affair today.
First I Decided to walk to the local Subway for a sandwich. Which somehow got mixed up and “misplaced” between my last condiment instruction and paying for it.
(The cashier was like 5 sandwiches behind).
Once that got straightened out, I ate and then walked back to the office via the river.
Where I got cruised by a handsome guy with a cute dog. And I mean “cruised” as when I passed them, we each smiled and said “hi” and then when I looked back, I caught him staring at my ass.
So I smiled again (bigger this time), and he grinned…
And then I rolled my ankle on the uneven brick path and fell down.
He rushed up with his dog.
Him: Are you okay??
Cb: Yup. Just rolled my ankle right off the edge of the bricks
Him: Yeah… That can happen…
Cb: Which technically it just did
(Cb get up slowly- now bleeding a little from scraping my hands)
Him: Sure you’re alright?
Cb: Yup– nothing a bandaid and a cave to crawl into won’t fix
And with that I just hobbled away as quickly as I could muster.
For you see, the fall also caused me to let go of a fart. A fart that I had been holding– no, clenching–during my walk. And, ad it turns out there was a good reason I didn’t trust the fart earlier.
Because it ended up being a bit, erm…. Humid.
Talk about insult to injury!
The only shiny “nugget” (pun intended) in the whole situation is that I don’t think the fart was audible over the sound of me dropping my soda and hitting the pavement.
I think this qualifies as an FML moment.