Best fall ever.

Falling. Digger. Tumble. Spill.

Whatever you want to call it, at approximately 6:50 I took the best one I have ever taken. And I am pretty sure I can be so bold to make that statement. Here is the sequence of events:

1. Saucier and I are walking down Exchange behind a trio of very slow older tourists who might have never walked on a brick sidewalk before. Granted, I am not one to talk.

2. Saucier gets impatient and decides to take a shortcut through and alley. I follow.

3. My foot trips on a lip in the sidewalk, thus the momentum begins. I take a few flying steps.

4. My comics and a bag of jam I bought for my mom go flying. This triggers Saucier that something is wrong.

5. First thought: “Oh no, my comics.”

6. Midflight I reach out for Saucier. I am seriously in mid air for at least an hour. Or three seconds. Semantics.

7. Saucier turns around, looks pissed then scared. He thinks someone shoved me and that I am being mugged.

8. Contact with pavement. I scrape the crap out of my right leg. Potential for bruises on the left upper arm, right palm, and left middle finger.

9. I lie on the ground, stunned and shaky. I sit up and look behind me. Behind me is a group of no less than 25 tourists, all in the LLBean variations of the middle age tourist uniform. They are all staring. Not moving, just staring.

10. Begin the hysterical laughter. I wave to them and tell them I am ok. They still stand like cattle.

11. I pick myself up, and examine my fabulous scrapes. And truly, they look tough.

12. Walk to the parking garage, and get in the elevator. Saucier and I are replaying the event over and over again.

13. In the elevator, a wet blanket of a woman walks in. We stop analyzing, but cannot stop laughing. I can’t stand the tension, and I explain to her, “ I just took a big fall and I can’t stop laughing about it.” To which she looks at me stonily, and then when the door opened up, she says “Is the floor I get off on?”

14. Driving away, we see the most boring woman in the world again on the corner of the street and she avoids our gaze, and thus we laugh even harder. She so saw us.