When I arrived at work this morning (always in a hurry because I'm usually a couple of minutes or more late) I gathered up my always-giant purse, and headed towards the closest rail. The plan is to sweep gracefully by it on my way into the structure. This morning, however, I had on a long black cardigan, which caught on the rail, so as I was walking fast (but gracefully) past, my sweater kind of dragged it with me for a second before I was able to shake loose. In that split second it ricocheted back with a kind of B-O-I-N-N_G! before coming back and smacking me, causing me to lose my balance and stumble into the planter, tripping over the ivy ground cover. Of course my purse was swinging wildly all over the place too.
I quickly glanced up at the office windows above me, and wondered how many people saw me get spanked by a parking lot rail and then stumble like a drunken sailor into the weeds. I'll never know, but it was kind of hard to take myself seriously the rest of the day.
The really sad part is that it's not the first time it's happened.