I’m not sure if this is normal or not but I trip a lot—to the point where people start counting the number of times I have tripped in that day (and you have to remember that that’s usually not the whole day that I’m with them, so it’s actually way more than they count). For instance, this last Friday I pretty much fell in a mall parking lot just walking across into the entrance—granted it was all rainy with oil on the asphalt and I was wearing flip flops with no traction but still (I am fully aware that I’m now making excuses for my own clutsy-ness). I’m a fucking gazelle here people–so much grace I just can’t stand it all! Then, just this morning, I was walking around this charming city and I almost fell stepping over a damn curb–but guys don’t worry, the coffee was saved! Damn all you sidewalks, I know you have it out for me!
Now don’t you feel better?