I know this will be my second post for the day but I couldn't wait until tomorrow...my story would lose its luster. So I headed next door to the student center for lunch like I do everyday. It is a gorgeous day outside so I thought I would sit on the outdoor patio on the second floor. I was enjoying a beautiful lunch and then the smokers started lighting up(keep in mind that it was smoking that would cause the following events to happen). I was going to just deal with it and give them the good ole death stare but after the 3rd one lighted up I had to move. I quickly put on my flip flops and headed back through the food court. I began to notice my shoes felt a little wierd. I looked down and realized I had them on the wrong feet. I decided that I couldn't do anything about it now and I didn't want to create a scene (if I only knew what was about to happen) so I just kept going until I was finally not around anyone.
I stepped outside and thought I would sit out on the outdoor tables and enjoy the weather a little more. The tables they have set up are metal with 4 chairs connected to the table. There's also a large sun umbrella..so I thought perfect spot to read for a bit. A large group of women were starting to sit at one of the tables so I just walked up to the nearest one and set my stuff on the table. I then proceeded to sit down and all hell broke lose. As I sat down the table began to fall over until it was on the ground with myself trapped underneath it. All my crap had also fallen off the table and was scattered on the ground including my cell phone which was swimming in a pool of pop. After I finally pulled myself out, there were a bunch of people around helping. I tried to act not embarrased while picking up all my crap off the ground. I had two options: Go sit at another table or run away...I choose RUN AWAY! I walked around the corner still in shock that it actually happened to me in the middle of campus, during the lunch hour and out of all my pants, I was wearing kahki's which were now stained with pop. I sat down on a curb/edge thing and started texting Lora. I was so relieved that she called me back right away. So I told her the story, reliving the most embarrasing moment of my life all over again. I think I brought her to tears so I must have told it good enough for her to have a perfect visual of the scene. So now I sit at my desk in pop stained kahki's, trying to think of a new spot to have lunch and doing the math in my head of just how many people might have actually saw me.
So in conclusion, I almost died today and I just want to say the statement "smoking can kill" is very true.
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