Ashes, Ashes
All Fall Down!
Or something like that.
So the Human did an unbelievably embarrassing and stoopy thing yesterday. She was waiting to cross the street in front of her school, and she waited while a car and then a fire truck passed. Then she started toward the crosswalk and suddenly she was flailing and falling down on the sidewalk for no apparent reason! She ended up face-first on the pavement with all her stuff scattered to the four winds in the street as she eventually realized she'd caught her foot in a sawhorse-type parking sign that someone had laid flat on the sidewalk. STUPID someone! She had been looking at traffic and failed to notice it there, lying in wait.
Just as she was internally assessing whether she could, or even wanted to, get up, she heard the thunder of running footsteps and looked up to see four--yes FOUR--firemen who'd leaped off their truck just up the block to come to her aid. While some helped her get up, others picked up all her scattered stuff including all her change (nickels, dimes, quarters, etc.) that had rolled away under parked cars. It was, in retrospect, pretty hilarious. The one fireman said he'd seen the whole thing--foot catching in sign, windmilling arms, fruitless efforts to prevent the inevitable, the SPLAT! He said for a second he thought she'd catch herself--but, alas, no. Fortunately, she doesn't think she did any lasting harm--except to her pride of course, and a large and very tender bruise on her knee.
She went to work, and the new Woody Allen movie, and out to dinner and finally came home and resorted to ibuprofen and ice. She mostly stayed home today and rested the knee. But notice that she failed to help me do my blog post last night, and even tonight's is all about her.
I ask you, Kitties: Would any of US ever trip over a sign? Hah! We has the graceful.
