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I fell in the elevator at work today. I wasn’t even moving. I was just standing there, kind of leaning against the wall, talking to my co-worker, and then – WHOA. I’m on the ground. (Laughing my ass off.)

As if that wasn’t enough, I followed that stunt up at lunch with a world-class nosedive into the condiment station at Chick-fil-a (M and I had VIP invitations for a free Spicy Chicken Sandwich). The floor was wet, and apparently my newest pair of Seychelles wedges don’t have much traction. Luckily I was able to aim myself at the condiment counter and break my fall with the tray I was carrying without tossing my sandwich or my Diet Coke onto the floor or my Nanette Lepore dress. (I’m even resourceful when I’m completely clumsy.)

All that falling made for quite and exhilarating day.

I think I’ll wear flip-flops tomorrow.

(How did I ever wait tables without spilling everything on everyone?)

This crazy trip has got me feelin’: clumsy
And I’m singin’ along to: Starseed – Our Lady Peace

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