The sign said Watch Your Step. I didn’t see the sign. I didn’t see the step. All I saw was the floor 5 inches from my face. All I heard were gasps from people I didn’t know.
Friday night Tom and I went out for a (not on our diet) dinner before heading to the mall to do some Christmas shopping. Knowing the state of affairs of the mall bathrooms I excused myself to use the ladies room before we left. There are two ways to get to the restrooms, cut through the bar or loop around the dining room. Some people scout out exit routes I scout out bathroom routes. What I didn’t know was there was a step between me and the bar. SPLAT! I didn’t even see it coming. I was on all fours. I think the people in the bar realized I was on the ground before I did. I jumped up and darted back to my table.
Besides the emotional scars this event has left with me I have a sore left foot. Not broken or sprained or even twisted. Just sore like I drop a dumbbell on it. Other than that I came out unharmed. Just truly humiliated.