I arrived at my desk in my home office, turned on the computer and sat down. The left back leg of my chair broke off just then, delivering me loudly to the floor, in somewhat slow motion. I didn’t fight it, and when I arrived at my destination, I lied there a moment and took stock. Everything okay.
Quiet hilarity ensued as it was 5:00am and the rest of the house was sleeping. The dogs didn’t even come to check on me.
I used to have this friend who, when she would start to fall, would go totally limp and surrender to gravity. One time the result was an empty barstool with just her feet sticking up over the bar. It made for exquisitely funny sight gags that forced me to concentrate on holding my bladder rather than rush to her aid.
I think I would have done her proud this morning.
