alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
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Walking in the Motor City

I met L for lunch today. We met at a little coney island just a few blocks away from my office. In order to get there, I had to cross two sides of a major intersection. It's a very busy area, with traffic everywhere. Even though there is a light, there are always cars gunning to get across, plus cars inching up to make a right turn during their red light. It's not a major pedestrian area, so the drivers aren't usually watching for me. Needless to say, when I cross the street I spend a lot of time keeping an eye on the cars, generally making sure I make eye contact with the driver before walking in front their vehicle.

I was running somewhat late, so was hurrying. I was keeping an eye on the cars facing me, plus glancing at the light to make sure I had enough time to cross. I wasn't watching my feet. (oooh, foreshadowing!)

Well, I was wearing shoes with thick stacked two inch heels. As I was crossing the first street, I apparently set one of those heels onto a rather large stone in my path. Not only did it turn my ankle, but it also caused my foot to fall off the shoe's heel. Between my distracted attention and my foot turning, I was really off-balance. The only way I was able to keep myself from falling over was by stumbling around in almost a half-circle, arms flailing about.

So there I was, in one of the busiest intersections of the city, with the streets were full of lunchtime traffic, staggering about, waiving my arms, barely saving myself from sprawling down in the middle of the intersection. I was so embarrassed. I just knew that half the city was watching my ridiculous performance. After all, what else do you do when sitting at a red light, other than idly watching the pedestrian crossing in front of you?

Naturally I tried to cover as best as I could, in my usual self-conscious fashion. I turned around, to look for what I'd tripped over (making it clear to those watching that I must have tripped over something, and wasn't just a klutz). I even thought about going back, finding the rock, meaningfully picking it up for all to see, and removing it so that it wouldn't endanger further pedestrian traffic. I didn't, for fear that the light would turn before I completed my theatrics.

When I reached the comparative safety of the far curb, I paused, raised my foot, and looked thoughtfully at the heel of my shoe (as though perhaps there had been something wrong with the shoe, causing my stumble). I turned my back to those watchful eyes, and faced the other street I had to cross, waiting for the light to change. I stretched my ankle a little bit while waiting (so that perhaps the silent mocking spectators would think a prior injury of some sort had caused me to trip). Pathetic.

Finally the light changed, my audience drove away, and I crossed the other side of the intersection without mishap.
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