Do you ever have those days where you catch a glimpse of your reflection in a mirror and think, "Damn... I look good right now!" I'll admit these days happen few and far between for me, but this story takes place on one such day.
It was date night. I was feeling good in my new, sexy-yet-casual top, trouser-style, cuffed jeans and pointed-toe, killer stiletto heels. After a delicious dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, the boyfriend and I arrived at the mall to see a movie.
After taking the escalator downstairs, we started walking toward the theatre. As I stated, I was feeling pretty good as we strolled toward the ticket booth. I was looking into the lines ahead, half trying to decipher which line would be quickest and half hoping at least someone would look my direction and acknowledge how cute I was looking in that moment.
Somehow, as I strutted down my little "runway," the heel of my stiletto got caught in the cuff of my jeans. Before I even knew what was happening, I was sprawled out on the cold tile like a drunken bum outside a bar (and no... I had not been drinking).
How do these things always happen to me?