8:33am Friday - I have an appointment with a temp agency. I wear my pointy heels.
Kahdoompft!
I hit the ground running for the train.
Luke, re last night's telephone converation: "I don't understand, how does any one person manage to hit all elbows and knees in one fall? Why don't you put your hands out in front of you like everyone else?"
What can I say? It's a gift.
When I fall, I fall good. I make it big and I make it loud. I groan and growl out like an animal and I love it. It is BAD, it is UNLADYLIKE! It is a surprise that frightens a little. What a thrill! My loss of control, my mistake, spontanious and in front of everyone just to prove.
"Utterly real, grandously embarrassing, four and a half stars!" - The General Public
There is a little pain, I guess. People mostly pretend not to notice; they have a train to catch; don't want to get caught in my unsightly choreography. A few boys stand back where they think I can't see them, smirking to one another. They try to hide the laugh that is mine from me, but I'm stealing it back. I'm crawling up off my belly grinning, I'll keep the bruises for a while but it is still 8:33am and the worst that I had ever imagined has already happened.
