Shoulder Checks Are Not Safe

The previous blog about the upsetting demise of Sagllie brings me to this. A nice transition. I sat in my car the evening sun setting, it is beautiful, my stomach is full of steak, and Sagllie is about to die. I wrap the note around my key and drop it through the key hole at Meineke. The rain had stopped some time ago but the streets are still wet. I am only a few blocks from home which makes it a convenient location. Even more convenient for the events about to come.

I am a pedestrian on a regular basis as I walk to work because I am too cheap to pay for parking (that is a whole other rant on its own). When I first started sauntering to work I learned the value of shoulder checks before even stepping a toe into a crosswalk. I am pretty good at spotting the cars that are not going to stop or look or slow down. On top of being a regular pedestrian I am a croc flip flop wearer. If anyone knows anything about these sandals you know that they are extremely dangerous when wet. Earlier in the evening my mother was about to put them on to retrieve the steaks from the BBQ in the rain and I intervened possibly saving her life from the dangers of crocs+rain+stairs. I am a great daughter.

This brings me back to my tale of dropping my key off and wondering back to my apartment a mere few blocks away. I make it to the corner of x ave. and y st. with my apartment in sight. In general this corner is very busy and people take it very quickly. I see the puddle on the road and giggle a bit about how it has splashed onto the sidewalk wondering who got sprayed with that.

Shellie Moment: As I admire the puddle I turn my head to perform my safety shoulder check to ensure I will live through my walk across the street. As my head turns my left foot steps forward and it all goes down from there... literally. The next thing I feel is my butt on the ground in the puddle. Yes that is correct in the puddle. My bum is completely soaked and the only way to get out of this mess is to put my knee in more puddle to brace my self and get up. Luckily nothing was bruised other than my ego. I laugh even harder at the splash zone that now goes half way across the street. Thank goodness my apartment is 2 buildings away and I run into no other people who can witness the soaking wet style I am now sporting. I enter my apartment and that is the moment I realized this was not an ordinary puddle, it was a mud puddle. See picture. My entire butt covered in mud. There is even some mud in my underwear. TMI I know I know but funny none the less.

These particular croc sandals are now temporarily retired as I begin the healing of my very public fall in front of many motorists as x ave. is a very popular avenue.