Recently, I met a friend for breakfast and managed to eat in a manner that might have suggested to the casual onlooker that I’d never before encountered cutlery.
On leaving the restaurant, I, in my usual sharply perceptive and observant way, completely failed to notice a rather large and otherwise obvious downward step, which meant I fell to the ground in much the same manner as the whale in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, but without the grace. Oddly enough, one of the things that went through my mind before I landed was “Oh no, not again”, but this has less to do with me wanting to identify as a bowl of petunias and more to do with the fact that I did the exact same thing three years ago.
Anyway, then I had to drive on the I5, which completely lived up to my expectations. Of course, my expectations were that it would be a miserable nightmare. Then I had to do it again, but in the other direction, which was equally as bad. But I survived, so all things considered, it was a pretty good day.