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Lasting Impact
August 09, 2008

You always hope, or at least I do, that at some point in my life I will have an impact on people. My prayer is that it will be through a gesture or kind word. But I do fear sometimes the impact will only come in a moment when I am cranky and people will walk away thinking, "Wow - she's a charmer."


So the other day in the heat of a mad dash to the grocery store the only shoes I had at the ready were my flip flops. My old ones - Old Navy $2.00 special. Perfect for running out to my car or kicking off by the pool. Not so perfect, it seems, for making mad dashes of any kind.

Let's just say... I put the Flop in Flip Flop.

I should have been clued in when I first got in The Car. The little plug in the hole by the toe thingy (I don't make the shoes - don't judge my lack of proper names) popped out. So I popped it back in, and then when I pushed on the brake it popped out. So at the next red light I popped it back in.

I grabbed my list, my purse, my keys and off through the parking lot I ran. And it popped out. And I took a nice flailing spill behind the Suburban 3 spaces over. I have to admit I said a bad word. Ok 3. And then I popped up, popped the plug back in the hole by the toe thingy and shuffled my way into the store, looking around in a feeble attempt to pretent nothing ever happened. As if the skinned and bloody knees weren't a dead giveaway.


Somehow I did manage to get through the store without incident and was back in my car and on my way to The Restaurant in record time. A few band-aids and a schmear of Neosporin later and I was in The Venue Kitchen cranking out plates of salmon like I had not a care in the world.

And when walking around making sure everything was satisfactory the people in the table closest to the DJ said, "Hey - we saw you at the grocery store today. You fell - and we were very impressed with your recovery time. Good job!" We all had a good chuckle, I did a faux reinactment for the rest of the table and I was on my merry way.


Not exactly the lasting impression I was going for - but I will take it.


Good times.

Posted by Foodwhore at August 9, 2008 02:32 PM

FW,

They never said your 15 mins. of fame was going to be the type you'd like!

Please consider yourself an inspiration to others... how to go down and get up and keep going. :) I bet if it were an Olympic event, you'd get the GOLD.

Hurray for band-aids, neosporin and you!

Posted by: LisaInCT at August 10, 2008 06:03 AM

Ha. I *love* this blog. I thought you might like to hear from a fellow person-who-spends-her-time-checking-gravity: you are not alone. My husband has stopped trying to catch me when I trip for fear I will take him with me (which has happened once or twice).
I also drop things. For example, just yesterday I managed to drop our TV onto my finger. It's remarkable I don't have more injuries, really.
Besides, there are worse things to be know for, right? And I bet that table of diners will remember you next time they need someone to cater!

Posted by: Jennie at August 10, 2008 09:18 AM

I think you handled it gracefully. Good for you. And you are right - maybe not the best way to get attention, but no reason you can't take it.

Posted by: Muffy Willowbrook at August 10, 2008 06:31 PM

Oh, I dunno ... "good recovery" sounds like a genuine compliment to me ... perhaps you need to reframe yourself as "graceful under pressure."

Posted by: pelican at August 11, 2008 06:55 PM

You just make me laugh! I think 'good recovery' says alot about your character.

Fall on sister!

Posted by: sue.g at August 12, 2008 06:10 AM

Why do shoes conspire against us??? I fell off a barstool on Saturday night completely stone cold sober because I couldn't handle my Big Girl shoes. I was wearing heels, which I rarely wear, and had the heels hooked over the rail of the stool. When I went to lean forward to talk to someone, they stayed hooked, and I crashed to my knees on the floor of a bar, at 10:30, with about 40 million people watching me. Some of whom I work with.

I should either wear heels more often, or never wear them at all.

Posted by: PenelopeKate at August 12, 2008 06:07 PM

Oh, yeah, embarrassing moments etc...by the way...
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How DOES it feel to turn 40!
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Sorry, couldn't resist. Alas, I can't remember what it was like to turn 40. Barely remember 50. Merde!

Posted by: Ben at August 13, 2008 06:57 AM

 
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