… Or maybe I’ll sue Cole Haan.
Those flight of stairs hurt as I tumbled down with just not a little thud, a GREAT big thud.
And, why I couldn’t stop with just a stair or two, I’ll never know. I just kept going. All the way to the bottom. Yes — ouch!
As I replay this over and over in my head, I wonder if Macy’s stairs were to blame? Or, perhaps it was my Cole Haan boots?
…or maybe the bartender at PF Changs over served me those lovely little Coconut Lemon Sours. Surely, that was it!
No, no … I’m kidding of course!
I was just embarrassed beyond belief and am waiting for the dark bruises to show. For now, I’ll be thankful I didn’t break anything and am just stiff.
To those who saw me come down and you gasped in horror, it’s okay. Yes, it hurt, but I couldn’t stop to chat. I had to hurry, you see, because humiliation was fast on my heels.
And, wouldn’t you know — it caught me.