I Fall Up the Stairs
There was a time, not long ago, that I was headed up a flight of stairs with heels that were just not made for stair climbing. Of course, I was wearing a skirt and there were dozens of people hiking up the stairs directly behind me when I made a slight miscalculation with my foot aaaaaaand splat. Down I went.
I had my arms full of charts which were, of course, not secured by anything so they more or less exploded, pages of confidential information fluttering down the stairwell like giant snow flakes....all the way to the bottom, seven floors below.
The parade of coworkers behind me all stopped climbing and tried not to laugh as they helped me collect my paperwork, page by humiliating page.
Lol...ah well. My son has, on occasion, been known to fall over while doing nothing at all. He'll hate me for passing on that particular gene one day.
I had my arms full of charts which were, of course, not secured by anything so they more or less exploded, pages of confidential information fluttering down the stairwell like giant snow flakes....all the way to the bottom, seven floors below.
The parade of coworkers behind me all stopped climbing and tried not to laugh as they helped me collect my paperwork, page by humiliating page.
Lol...ah well. My son has, on occasion, been known to fall over while doing nothing at all. He'll hate me for passing on that particular gene one day.
By:
Whym
Age:
36-40
,
Female
