A bad spill can be embarrassing or monstrously hilarious. Is it too late to use spooky adjectives? Monstrosity? Devilishly? I think I missed the boat so lets move on.
This past weekend, I got to rejoice in the misfortune of a stranger. Poor fellow took a nasty spill walking up to his front door. Not sure if the sprinklers were recently working or some kind of freak sheet of ice covered his concrete walkway to his front door (SoCal so not likely), or perhaps misusing new exercise products, nonetheless it was quite glorious.
His arms flailed upwards while he tried to use one of his hands to hold on to the grocery bag he was carrying and the other to maintain his balance in a weird pose like a half-demon on a Dore engraving. In slow motion, right before my eyes, his body angled itself toward the ground and the expression of his face spoke of inevitable shame, humiliation, and a possible doctors visit if the landing is botched. I thought to myself, if only he had a thick exercise mat, better yet, stunt mats to cushion his fall.
A quick split second passes, heâ€™s on the floor, the grocery bag is in the air, and he covers his face as if it were to land on him. It misses him by a hair and I try with every ounce of my strength to hold in my laughter as I run across the street to help him up. Heâ€™s okay.
He lost his footing. However, I did notice, he’ had no welcome mats or walkway mats. In a quick fit of opportunistic sales tactic, I hand him a card and point him towards our website. He stares at me blanklyâ€¦