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. (I didn't realize how long ago this took place until I re-read that line. Trouser jeans? I don't think I've worn anything BUT skinny jeans in years!) After a delicious dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, my then-boyfriend drove us to the mall where we planned to see a movie.
The theater at this particular mall is pretty much the only thriving business. Most of the stores have closed, so it's a pretty safe bet that anyone here is going to see a movie. This is important for my story because you have to understand that there was a sizable group lingering around the ticket counter. Things are always more interesting when there are witnesses.
As we started walking toward the theater, I was feeling pretty good about myself. 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).
There was no way to recover gracefully from this fall. I wanted to shrivel up into a ball and DIE! Thankfully, the bruise on my ego was far worse than the one on my knee.
Thankfully, I haven't seen any video evidence circulate on the Internet! Though, I would totally laugh at myself if I saw one!