As Sophia Petrillo would say, “Picture It”:
Our living room, 10:30 pm. Mr is reclining on the couch, headphones on, listening to an Ayn Rand book or some philosophy text by some important dude whose name I can’t remember (or maybe AC/DC – all three are equally possible, which is another reason why I love this man).
I am returning from having two drinks (Allagash White) with a friend in the neighborhood. I limp in, totally-reasonable-and-not-at-all-too-platformy sandals in hand. My right knee and left foot may or may not be bleeding profusely.
Hi. Um, so, I kind of fell down.
I may or may not have sort of … fallen off of my shoes. I only had two drinks!
At the corner. Also, I appear to be bleeding.
Did anyone see you?
Just the guy waiting for the bus . I fell down right in front of him, on the sidewalk.
And you want a BIKE?
Yeah. It’s kind of embarrassing to be me sometimes…