Well, it was bound to happen sometime, huh? I had 2 bags of groceries and was walking so nicely through the parking lot without a care in the world. I had to step up on a curb to get to my car, but that dadgum left foot (it always seems to be the left one!) missed its cue and sent me sprawling in the dirt. Both bags went flying, my sunglasses hanging on my shirt got bent and a lens popped out, and my left sandal stayed behind. This was not an easy recovery since I sprawled all over the place, so I got up and unlocked my car with one shoe on, went back and gathered groceries (thank you, God, that the milk didn't burst), found my other shoe, and then a very nice young woman going in the health club next door asked if I was okay. Oh crap, all those people on treadmills facing the parking lot...should I go collect some tips for providing the entertainment?
I drove home with brown knees, a scrape on the left one, a bloody right toe (how'd that happen?), ruined sunglasses, and dirt on my groceries. I think I'll be touring assisted living homes later this afternoon.