*facepalm*

[mer]

To set the scene: we've had a winter weather advisory on all day. Things were icy this morning. Not "here come the glaciers!" icy, but there was a definite sheen, like the world had decided to briefly become a six-year-old girl and break out the body glitter even though Mom told her not to.

The aforementioned winter weather advisory caused me to wimp out and cut through the math building on the way to work. The math building has a marble-like step at the entrance, leading down onto about eight concrete steps. Usually, precipitation builds up on the marble-stuff and makes for treacherous walking, but once you're on the concrete, you're ok. Ha. Ha! Haha, say I. I tottered over the marble with nary a slip, muttering, "Oh, this all seems very slippery," to helaaspindakaas's back as he strode confidently down the stairs.

I stepped onto the concrete and went down--twisting at the last minute to land on my left cheek (yes, *that* cheek), as opposed to the delicate tailbone, which I have already sacrificed once to the gods of falling this lifetime. Scraped up the left knee a little in the process, too, but that's minor. Couldn't regain footing at this point--there was literally no ice-free place to put a foot, so I slid down the steps on my bum while helaaspindakaas looked on in disbelief. I managed to scoop quite a load of snow up under my coat as I scooted, as well as catching a bit in my purse as it dragged along after me.

We arrive at the library to find a fire alarm had been pulled, found dsudis in the fray, and headed off to the coffee shop to grab hot chocolates. Got back about three minutes after the building was repopulated. Once inside, my back load of snow melted charmingly into a nice "peed myself" pattern.

The key to a Mertastrophe is that no one gets hurt and someone has to use an inhaler from laughter-induced asthma when confronted with my idiocy. Done and done. Apparently, when helaaspindakaas regaled splash_the_cat with this tale, the second thing happened--and as for the first, I feel fine.

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Freudian slip of the day: "I'll take that with a grain of assault."

Comments

[razordance.livejournal.com]

*S* Yep, comdey gold, mostly because you are OK ;-) and because of that I am still giggling at helaaspindakaas' description of your thrashing soles.

humm thrashing soles would make a great band name ;-)

Glad you are fine, and though I enjoyed the Pythonesque quality of the scene, don't do that too often!

*s*
RG

[merriehaskell.livejournal.com]

Spend enough time with me and, statistically speaking, you will witness just such a pratfall.

Like the time I fell out of dannimal's apartment.
Like the time I walked into a telephone guy wire under molnar_salomone's watchful eye.
Like the time I fell *off* the bus in high school and lay in the parking lot like a turtle on my back, unable to regain my feet because of the forty pounds of books in my backpack. (No LJ witnesses to that, alas.)

Oh, yeah. It'll happen.