So yesterday I'm walking to get some lunch with my girlfriend Nancy. We're cutting through the building across the street, walking, and talking, and minding our own business, when all of a sudden I'm flying through the air and land on my right hip and shoulder, and my head hits the granite tile floor, two inches from a granite planter on one side and two inches from a granite bench on the other.
What the fuck?
Well, it seems that some guy was angry after his interchange with a building security guard and he started to walk away in a bit of a huff, and body slammed me. HARD.
It was by accident, but I literally went flying and then crashing to the ground.
Ow.
My glasses few off my face, and the wad of bills I had been clutching to pay for my meager salad went flying too.
I picked up my glasses. Picked my sorry ass up off the ground, and then asked, to no one in particular, "where's my money?"
The jerk who had just body slammed me then said, "Oh, is this your money?" I said yes and took it back.
Nancy asked if I was OK. I said yes. The guy asked. I repeated yes. Nancy was all aflutter. She was nearly as shaken as I was. I was embarassed and just wanted to get the hell out of there, relieved I hadn't fallen on my other arm that still has a 3 inch gash with stitches in it. The security guard who witnessed the whole thing basically stood there with his thumb up his ass after barely inquiring as to my well-being.
We left, and when I got back to the office I had a good story to tell over lunch. But wait, come to think about it, I went to tell the story at Nancy's prompting, but had no clue what happened. All I knew is that we were walking, and then I was on the ground. Nancy recounted the story and it's come back to me with her reminding me.
So I took some Tylenol with my lunch. I figured it couldn't hurt. I went home a couple of hours later with a pounding headache. I took a Vicodin and went on my merry way.
Before I went to bed I told Chuck that if I was dead when he woke up to be sure and talk to Nancy cuz she knew all the details and the name of the building management company he should sue for $80 billion.
Well, I didn't wake up dead, but I kinda wish I had. The entire right side of my body is bruised and achey. I've had a headache for two days and the only thing I'm glad about right now is that I don't have a black eye from where the side of my face hit the granite floor.
I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck.
Posted by beth at July 16, 2003 12:21 AM