Ok, so some of you may or may not know that I don't work as a bagger anymore. I got a job at the golf course. At first I was washing golf carts and bringing them around to the club house, but then one day I wandered into the shop and started messing around with some of the carts that weren't working. Well, one thing led to another, and now I work on the carts instead of washing them, and I make way more money doing it.

So anyway, we have a catwalk in the shop that we use to get to the things that hang really high, like hoses and rolls of wire. This afternoon I was climbing up the ladder/steps thingy that we have to climb to get up onto the catwalk, and right as I was about to step onto the platform, I slipped and banged my shin on the surface. As if that wasn't bad enough, I kept going down, to the top step, where my shin hit, then the next step, where my shin hit again, then the bottom step, where it landed one last time.

By the time I was done falling, I had landed on my hands and knees. My hands were stinging, my shin was burning from the pain and I was wondering it I had broken a knee cap. But the most important thing on my mind was whether or not anyone was watching me fall. Luckily, no one saw, so I got up and hopped around on one foot for a minute, then I walked it off.

I think I would have been sooooo humiliated if anyone had seen me fall like that. It probably would have looked really dumb, like the time I saw a guy pedaling really hard on his bike as we were driving passed him, and his feet slipped off the pedals. I'm sure it wasn't too funny to him, but I was sure laughing my ass off.

Maybe this was karma's way of telling me not to laugh at other people. Or maybe it was the catwalk telling me to watch my step when I'm climbing up the steps.