Anyone who’s known me for more than sixty seconds knows that I am a major, major klutz. Yesterday was no exception. I was at the Tanger Outlets with two shopping bags filled with stuff, plus my purse. I needed to use the restroom, so I went into the stall, and hung everything on the door — purse last.
I did my business, went to stand up, and BAM! — hit my head on the purse. The purse then came unhooked from the door and started rolling down my back, toward the toilet. Frantic to keep my purse from hitting the water, I dropped my head, allowing the purse to roll the other way and hit my skull a second time before falling to the floor.
All of this without pulling my pants up, even.
I tried to keep my “no, I didn’t” laughter down a bit, but I’m sure the other toilet occupants were wondering…
