I was going out to the gym, all happy and such, get out my front door, and blam - my feet fly up about waist level, together, my hands go up, and I land on my ass right on the corner edge of a concrete stair with no catching myself at all. Then I slid down the other two. It's the first time I've actually cried from an injury in years, luckily my BF heard me and helped me. I'm expecting a huge bruise and I have to walk like a granny, I can't stand up.
Moral: Scrape your steps or you'll have to spend the day on the floor on your belly with your laptop!



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