It was one of those kind of days, where everything I touched something happened. I had just gotten off work, and was already mentally exhausted from the day. So, on way home, I stopped by convenience store to get some water. Pulled in the parking lot, not paying attention, get out of the car, and hurriedly walking to the door. I had worn a dark pantsuit that day suit, and still was wearing dark sunglasses when I got out. In the meantime, I did notice as I was in a hurry for not particular reason other than to get home, a Concrete truck by where I had parked. There were no cones in front of store, so go in. I opened the door and walked right in, and then felt the strangest sensation: I took a step and sank, then another step and sank..not realizing wet cement and was standing in it covering my ankles. I uttered Oh shit, as my sunglasses fly off whilst attempting to maintain my balance. I hear a collective gasp..clerk says you are not supposed to come in that door, as I am ankle deep in wet cement. All I could say was “really,” where are the cones?
I said, “Uh, do you have some paper towels? “Oh yes ma’am, and made no attempt to hand me amy. I replied, tersely, “Well, may I have some? Grabbed them, then stepped out, then back and landed left foot in the other side of the newly poured, not cordoned off cement. Truly, something out of a comedy routine. Finally, I manage to get outside with said paper towels look at the construction guy who just finished, and said, “I just ruined your work.” He is now cussing, and I am.
I now laugh at the mental pic..yes, another day in the life of Angie..its ok to laugh, I am..yes, shoes are ruined. Just a other day in Angieland.
True story on this day in 2014.
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