It was a beautiful day. After all, it was Monkey Monday. The weekend weather was beautiful. I went to work in a great frame of mind. Who could ask for anything more? (Well I could, but why push my luck.) I bought my weekly bouquet of flowers on my walk from the train to the office. Folks were out walking their "city" dogs, picking up their poop. Doormen were washing down the sidewalks. Restaurants were getting their daily deliveries of fresh fish and vegetables.
I love this time in the morning.
I arrived at the office before anyone else. Got my coffee. Ate breakfast at my desk. Read the paper (ya don't think I was going to start working right away do you?). Off to a nice and easy start.
Colleagues start to arrive. I finish up my coffee. I get my vase to fill with water for my flowers and walk to the kitchen area. Note that I have changed shoes from my "walking shoes" to my "office shoes". Walking down the carpeted hallway, I cross the threshold onto the "shiny" clean tiled floor of the kitchen.
My shoe slips on the floor. The vase goes flying into the air. I go crashing to the floor, awaiting the vase to come with me. I cover myself right before the crash of the vase.......glass shatters all around me! I sit on the floor in front of the refrigerator, holding onto my ankle that I twisted! (for the fourth time this year!). Everyone runs out of their offices wondering what the noise was. (Mind you, people are very wary of loud noises here in NYC). They see me sitting on the floor with glass all around yelling "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and not in a good way!
They wrapped my ankle up and hauled me off to my Medical Dept. in a wheelchair!
(It's not broken, just a bad sprain).
Ah, the price of fashion.