Black Sunday: Jeremy's shopping downfall

~sigh~

I gave in.

I went to a mall to buy stocking stuffers. No presents, mind you-- We generally make those ourselves. But for the little bric-a-brac one must go into the lion's den.

Target. Costco. The mall.

So, in search of fingernail clippers and a few other things I went. sneeringly. no "Black Friday" automaton, I.

What's that line about 'pride goeth before the fall?'

You got it.

15 prideful steps. slip. fall. ass-over-teakettle.

There I lay: twisted ankle, in the road, remorseless passersby, each look condemning me- 'drunk,' 'panhandler,' 'competition'.

So my shopping trip preemptorily ended with a visit to the doc, a slick-looking boot (and crutches!) and a chastened Jeremy.

Well, at least I didn't get run over by other shoppers.

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Here I am, getting ready to teach sitting down for the next three days.

This is Nike, where people base jump or paraglide into work (tandem style for the carpoolers)

A cast or fresh wounds occasion tales of daring-do and noble wipeouts. What nobility is there in stepping off a curb and landing badly? I wasn't even freestyling!

So I'm left trying to conjure up an alternate, cool version of events. Something like jetpacking?

...er, any other recommendations?