I embarrassed myself at a store today when I went to pick up my meds. I forgot that I still have a book hangover and am a mess emotionally. I should have known better than to listen to my slow jamz playlist while I was in public, especially today. And I’m in pain today so I’m using my cane. Sounds like a good combination, right? Yeah…no.
So I was walking along, chillin out with slow jamz, and a song by Brian McKnight came on. Without warning, I started crying! Me. Badass mfer, tattooed linebacker-looking chick, suddenly crying in the middle of a store. And wouldn’t you know it, my cane slides on a little puddle of water. I kid you not. I moved to prevent myself from falling as I had just put weight on the cane and…my knee twists. (WHY ME?) Freaking lovely. Did I mention that I’m a mess? Lucky for me, a nice guy stepped up and grabbed my elbow to make sure that I don’t fall. So here I am, tears falling down my cheeks because the song playing through my earbud reminded me of part of a book that I had just read that had me bawling last night (No Simple Sacrifice by Angel Payne and Victoria Blue), my cane slips, my knee twists, and a nice guy is helping me. What made it worse? He’s kinda cute. So he helped me to a bench. Instead of just walking off when I was settled, he sat with me to chat.
Him: Are you okay? That looked painful.
Me: (red faced) Yeah, I tend to be a little clumsy. Thanks for the save.
Him: No problem. Would you like me to get one of those little scooters for you? I can’t imagine wanting to walk through the store with the twisted knee.
Me: (REALLY red faced) No, I’m good. I can handle it. You can go on with your shopping. Thanks again.
Him: I’m not in a rush. I’d be happy to walk with you in case you need help.
Me: (Seriously? Where did this guy come from?) I need to find my dignity. Please. Go ahead. I’ll be fine.
Him: You don’t remember me, do you, CJ? (HOLY SHIT. Here we go.) We used to date.
DOH! To be continued…
<sigh> My life is never boring.