Story #1: Way back long ago when I was going to UVSC I had these boots where the heel was falling off. Since I was but a poor college student I hadn't replaced them yet. One day while at school I was going down the stairs in the business building and my heel caught and tumble down I went and my books and papers scattered about. Luckily it wasn't too crowded since it was during class so I was embarrassed but not mortified. A couple of weeks later while at a friend's house, a guy there said hey I remember you, he did not look at all familiar to me so I asked him where he thought he knew me from, you're not going to like this he said, but I saw you fall down the stairs at Uvsc. Great, just how every girl wants to be remembered.
Story #2: I woke up yesterday morning, just like every other morning staying in bed as late as possible and then rushing to get ready, I throw on some clothes and make up, grabbed my purse and a half glass of smoothie from the night before that I hadn't finished (to wash out in the sink, not drink) and kissed Ryan goodbye who was still all snuggled up in bed. As I headed down the second flight of stairs I realize I am no longer walking but falling down the rest of the stairs, I scream, my smoothie glass goes flying, and then scream again as I realize I am not going to be able to keep myself from falling down the rest of the stairs. Ryan hears the screaming, breaking of glass and thumping down the stairs and finds me in a heap at the bottom of the stairs in what appears to be a murder scene. There is dark reddish smoothie splatterings everywhere, and a pool of it at the bottom of the stairs by where I am laying. Other than being shocked by what has just happened I am relativily un harmed, a few bruises and a carpet burn and once I realize I am not mortally wounded I actually began to think it was pretty funny, although today I am much less amused because I am so sore and it hurts to sit down. I do so wish I had taken a picture of this scene. Again, I blame it on the shoes, I was wearing my black heels and one shoe is a lot looser than the other one, this is the shoe (culprit) who was at the top of the stairs where I began falling and my other shoe was on my foot at the bottom of the stairs or its a family curse, you tell me.
PS. The date is all messed up today is Friday 2/25/11, so I fell yesterday not Sunday, not that it matters I guess, but to set the record straight since this is the only journal that I keep.
6 comments:
Those are exceptional stories. The imagery on the second one is especially entrancing.
smoothie murder scene haha! fabulous
Poor Diane. Hope your soreness goes away soon.
My first week working at the law firm in Seattle. I was carrying a stack of files down the stairs in this quiet, buttoned-up firm. I was descending the stairs jauntily and missed the bottom 5-ish stairs. The files went flying down the hallway and i ended up on my butt at the bottom of the stairs...It was not a gracefall fall. Blessedly, no one saw.
definitely sounds like a family curse.
Soo, Since you are not badly hurt- I have to say that I was cracking up a lot;0!! But, I am very glad that you are ok;0!! Great stories;0Sounds like a family curse to me;0
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