Son-of-a-whoha! That makes the fifth time today I said that. I
can’t explain my day except to blame it on sunspots. It all started when I
turned the corner going down the stairs and banged my thigh into the bannister.
Next, I managed to run into a misplaced crate at a store and
cut the shit out of my leg, which proceeded to bleed like a severe head wound.
Did I wise up and go home? Hell no, I went to the post office where going in
the door I caught my shirt sleeve on a metal piece that stopped me in my
tracks, spinning me around till I was now headed out instead of in. I can think of no other reason the Post
Office installed this stupid-designed door with a protruding metal piece (albeit
rounded off for my safety), than to screw with me.
I decided it was time for lunch and walking into the
restaurant proceeded to whack the front of my hand really, really, really,
REALLY hard on a chair (two hours later the stinger still hurt and my hand was
numb).
You’re thinking surely she was smart enough to call it a day
and go home…nope; I went to the bookstore where I tripped on a rug and stumbled
into a bookcase hitting my head. I guess for me either fifth
time’s a charm or the whack on the head knocked some sense into me.
At least I finally wised-up; unless you count that once home
I stepped on the cat and fell head first onto the couch.
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