Scene: Me, walking over 51st St., talking to my Mom on my cellphone about our respective days. She is telling me something, when suddenly my heel hits something on the pavement, wobbles and I am immediately on the ground, having executed an almost-absolutely brilliant stage fall, taking the brunt on my hip, travelling up the torso and not landing on my knees at all. It would have been perfect, had I not instinctively stuck out my left hand and struck the heel of my palm...
Me (my cellphone has not left my ear): Hold on a minute, Mom, I fell over.
Mom: What? Fell over what?
Me: I FELL OVER!! My heel hit something and I'm on the ground. (I start laughing, and realize there are several people trying to figure out if I need help or not..one hands me my fabulous wooly hat, which is on the wet sidewalk...) Thank you -- I'm ok... (they continue on their ways)
Mom: (laughing) Are you ok!?
Me: Yes, yes, I think so, let me just get up... (I stand...I can move everything and don't seem injured.) Ok... that was just weird...
Mom: What =happened=!?
Me: I don't know--we were talking, then I was on the ground!! (We are continuing to laugh hysterically...) Ok, so what were we talking about?
Mom: (pause)... I have no idea...
Me: Me neither... (more hysterical laughter...)
And...scene.
(And no, except for some soreness in my left hand where I hit it, I wasn't sore at all the next day!)
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