The day didn’t pan out exactly as I planned. I woke with the unpleasant feeling that something very bad had occurred. As my brain slid into consciousness the cold air nipped at my toes prying for action. A distant memory was finding its way to the moment. My Mother’s voice piped in, “Rise and Shine and Sing God Your Glory Glory.” I grabbed the pillow and threw it over my head stuffing the memory to deeper recesses.
This was going to be a tough twenty-four. Not even 6:30 a.m. and I was already getting that sense of being a soldier keeping watch in the night. A burning desire to investigate this train of thought quickly gripped me. I needed more evidence to build a case for either side. I couldn’t just remain paralyzed and rattled by uncertainty. The possibilities were endless requiring to much energy when there was a world to contend with.
I had my agenda.
Ronda calls on her drive into work. We discuss life altering events and matters of random mundane items we can’t wait to share while I’m returning emails from the men I work with.
An hour later I’m out the door and bouncing from appointment to appointment.
Karma’s going to get you when you flirt through the deal.
I should probably have held off from the mental celebration. My lack of total concentration of walking while explaining functionality led me to miss the counter my right arm reached for. My left hand rested on my hip finding comfort in the way my hip bone said “Hi.”
I tumbled sideways into a row of chairs revealing the upper lace of my panty hose and nearly knocking a tablet PC off the counter. My arms reached for balance and safety but they were no match for gravity. My skirt scrunched around the width of my waist as my shirt slid open and I “Taraized” the man.
I whispered, “Oh God” as I fell into the set of chairs placed against the wall. I moved fast desperately trying to renegotiate my body with the vertical pressure of my weight.
He put down his clipboard and outstretched his arms while unsure if he should laugh, wink, or reveal genuine concern. “Are you okay?”
Blushing and trying to play it off, “I do that at least five times a day.”
He wasn’t buying the line I was selling and frankly, neither was I.
One ice pack, hat, and dark sunglasses for yours truly please.
