I fell at school last week. I was walking down the hallway, and I slipped on a Skittle. I am not sure who lost the red demon Skittle, but it knocked me down with the force of a 500 pound bag of Skittles.
It is really embarrassing to use the school hallways as a collision crash course. Many students saw my mishap (sadly, they did not see the Skittle – stupid Skittle) and some even offered to help me up. I was carrying things. My coffee, for one, my laptop, for another. I saved the laptop, lost the coffee. Let’s say I was bitter for the remainder of the day, because it was good coffee. Really good coffee. Gone.
Luckily, my favorite Tech guy at school was absent. Or, it may have been previewed many times due to the cameras in the hallway. Maybe fast-forwarded, rewound, played in slow motion. All of the fun that can come with someone falling on their buttocks in the main hallway. Did I mention it was in the main hallway where there is the most traffic between class periods? No? Yes, it was. Darn Skittle.
One fun thing I found out from falling down in the hallway: It takes me longer to recuperate than it used to. Over the weekend, I kept complaining about my knees (yes, those crashed down and impacted with the floor), my elbows (which is the epic save for my laptop), and my wrist (which, thanks the Skittle, was no match for the gravity that impaled my travel coffee mug into a locker).
Essence of today’s post: Beware of Skittles, and know, that as we age, we may not bounce or bounce back as easily. At least there isn’t video to prove this.