There’s a city in Virginia called Falls Church and I always wondered about the origin of that name but this past Sunday I fell down at church and now I realize what a big deal it can be. I don’t know that I would have named a town after the event of yesterday but it’s certainly worth blogging.
It’s a big deal because I spilled my coffee. It’s a pretty new building and so they’re a bit anal about their carpets and any coffee stains thereupon. But sadly I tripped on the top step and went down. Normally I wouldn’t have lost my balance but since I was working so hard not to spill the coffee, I fell anyway, spilling the coffee and hurting myself in the bargain. I barked my kneecap on one of the steps, skinned up my knuckles, spilled the entire 8 ounces of hot coffee on my hand and made quite a puddle on their new carpets. I got my entire hand too – not just a portion.
This is where a loving wife comes in who will go get paper towels while you see to your burns and not make fun of you later for it.
On the positive side, now my jacket smells like coffee.
