Sometimes clumsiness likes to follow me around.
This morning I managed to get all the way to the gas station without rendering myself or anyone else insensible, then I tripped over the doorjamb and nearly cannonballed into a man buying bananas and his buddy, who switched his toothpick from one side to another and asked if I needed a hand.
I sorted myself out and went to pour coffee, where I nearly spilt the entire jug of milk over everything, slopped coffee on the counter, and dropped (then kicked) my car keys.
The attendant raised her eyebrows at me. "Bad day, Jess?"
I waved her off. "No, a good day. Just a bad start."
I'm amazed at all the comments on my last post. Thank you, my friends.