Falling down....

I fell at work on Friday night. Not a big dramatic crash bang wallop of a fall but rather a stumble followed by a wobble followed by a cry of, "bollocks" which ended up with my ass in the air and face on the floor. It seems I have lost all my previously earned ballet skills. And the ability to walk.

Not cool.

Not cool at all.

caution
splayed waiter

I managed to right myself before the old couple who were paying their bill hobbled over to help me up. That would have been unbearable. I bounced up despite the pain in my back and wrists as quick as I could. Guests really don't approve of fat little lads lying sprawled on the restaurant floor. I too am against such positioning, it's not professional.

I jumped up and slumped myself over the bar to catch my breath and do a quick check of my vital functions - eyesight check, no blood loss check, no repositioning of bones check. All was okay. I looked up to see my work colleagues, my friends, my sisters in arms, my comrades doing all in their power to stifle their laughter.

Didn't last long though.

They fell, not as I had fallen obviously, about laughing. This went on for minutes. And when they finally managed to catch a breath and regain their cool work chum number 2 said, "Awh you looked like a toddler. Did you break your boo boo?"

Nice....

So I stared the week off being an "old man" and now I'm a toddler.