Do you ever feel like a klutz? You know, tripping, falling, knocking things down needlessly? Well, if so then after today I would definitely be your queen.
Seriously, I have a long track record of tripping, falling, and otherwise klutzy behavior over the course of most of my life. Today was one of those days that will go down in the historical record of my life-long kluziness.
Our water softner needed salt and I, being the good wife I am, headed off to Kearney (35 miles away) to purchase the 8 bags we needed to fill the softner.
I dutifully went into the store, paid for the purchase, and then returned to the car to load the 8 bags of salt. The bags are heavy, so I only lift one at a time. (Again, because I am a big weenie) Bag 1: Sucessfully loaded! Bag #2 was the problem bag. I grabbed the bag and headed toward the car but little did I know that there was a small clump of cement that never got smoothed out when the store had their parking/sidewalk put in. That added to the fact that I am Queen of the Klutzes found me stumbling over the clump and falling in the parking lot of said establishment.
I. Was. Mortified.
I could see it happening in slow motion. As I neared the ground, I thought "Uh oh...this is gonna be bad!" First, the side of my shin hit, then the salt, then my elbow, hand, then finally face. When my face hit the ground the force knocked my glasses clean off. They flew across the parking lot and came to rest about 15 feet away. That was a problem because I cannot see anything more than 2 feet away from me without my glasses.
A friendly stranger approached me and asked if I was okay and handed me my glasses. I bashfully replied that I was fine and thanked her for my glasses. Then, I scrambled to my feet, looked down to see blood running down my leg, out of my hand, and down my face. I am sure I looked a lot worse than it really was.
I finished loading my 6 other bags of salt and then crawled into the car. I drove back home with blood dripping off my leg the whole way.
What a klutz.