There is a new building on campus that--as I've commented to several people--I find to have an exceedingly precarious staircase. It's really tall, it's really hard, and the top layer of paint is already coming off.
Therefore, it could be considered dangerous to the average climber of stairs, or in today's case, the average descender of stairs.
I was wearing a pair of boots that have a slightly loose heel, and at the top of the stairs, one shoe decided it didn't really want to do it's job of protecting my feet any longer. So I slipped, grabbed onto the rail, and shouted a few well-chosen obscenities as I slid into Nate and Travis, who also shouted for fear of being dragged down the staircase by a crazy chick with a bad heel and too-heavy book bag. I came to a halt by twisting my body and ramming my leg into the wall.
Fortunately, I only tripped down a few stairs, twisted nothing, and bruised nothing (this may change in the morning). But until the bruising, I can happily say:
I was right. Someone is going to fall down those stairs. That someone is me.
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I'm glad you had the opportunity to prove yourself right :P
ReplyDeleteNext time, you should just accidentally nudge someone you don't like to prove that someone is going to fall down those stairs.
ReplyDeleteMy word verification is brest. Laura, your blog is naughty.
No no no, the blog is just French. (Brest being a town in Brittany).
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