Went to lunch on Friday at a place call Arellas. Sat in a booth that was raised up a step. Went to get out when we were done, missed the step and fell flat on my butt. My friend ran to help me up along with several waitresses. This caused everyone in the place to lean around and see me floundering like a beached porpoise.
"Someone help that poor fat woman to get up!" That's what I was thinking they were thinking...
My friend helped me up and we sidled out of the place. Why do I always have to reveal that I'm only PRETENDING to be a professional business woman?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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You have inherited the clumsy gene. I did that in a restaurant in Flagstaff some years ago. This too shall pass!
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