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I was carrying a tray, on the tray was a glass of iced tea, a soup bowl with maybe an inch of tomato soup in it, and a vintage milkglass bowl with some potato chip crumbs. The remnants of my lunch.
Then I trip, hurl the tray forward where the soup bowl shatters into a million pieces and the tomato soup inexplicably traces a 4 foot arc across a recently painted wall.. When I land on my knees, the tray, a black laquer Japanese thing, breaks in half, the tea glass rolls around, spilling tea into the miniscule shards of soup bowl, and the vintage milk glass bowl just slides under the chair, unharmed.
I holler a few unladylike imprecations, question the parentage of the footrest I tripped over, and rest there, on all 4′s waiting for my knees to regain their breath and quit screaming like Janet Leigh.
I am relieved that the vintage milk glass bowl didn’t break. That would have cause marital problems.
And the hip? Nary a peep. Maybe I should get all my joints replaced with titanium models.
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