I slipped on ice tonight. Not surprising as I am known to be a klutz! I just thought I’d put it out there.
I had just gotten off the train from work. I was walking carefully because it was cold and the platform was very wet. I could see clumps of salt thrown around. One moment I was walking carefully and the next I was sitting down on my backside! I remember choosing carefully where to put my feet because I knew there was a possibility I could slip. I had walked quite safely from the platform into the tarmacked pavement and breathed a sigh of relief because I thought I was safe–or so I thought! It was dark though in the area where I slipped and I remember looking up at the lightless lamp. If the lamp post on the train station had a working light bulb I would’ve probably seen the icy patch. But alas, there was no light and I was walking in the dark.
Mind you, it was more my pride that was hurt more than anything as there were people walking behind me. I ended up on my bum with my left leg under my thigh. Who knew I was that flexible?