Falling Out

Face down
This carpet tastes like coffee grounds
Ground into my
Face now
And every angle's covered
With just another
Band-aid. ~Falling Out, Relient K

Yesterday I stacked it.

I was running towards the bus stop, thinking my bus was there. It had started raining completely unexpectedly. The tiles were slippery. I was wearing my rubber thongs.

All the seats were full of people waiting for buses as I slipped, started falling backwards, steadied myself, and fell forwards at the feet of two older ladies.

I got up (to cries of "Are you alright?") to discover it wasn't my bus after all.
So I sat down on the ground, hiding behind these ladies.

When my bus did come, this old dude asked me if I was alright, to which I grinned and said, "Yes, just did a big stack, that's all!"
He said, "Well you were very graceful."
"Really?! I didn't know"
"Well, you don't have to believe it if you don't want, it was just a compliment."
What? If it wasn't true, why give it? I thought. But, he was just trying to be nice, so I thanked him.

Then I got on the bus to go on my way to a clowning workshop ;-) Good thing I'd had some training.