This morning I had to walk over to the GA Dome to pick up Jack’s tix for the NCAA dealie.
This is a picture of the escalator that attempted to assassinate me as I carried out my mission.
One might think that 18 years in Anchorage would have taught me how to walk in the aftermath of a snowfall, but there are no outdoor escalators in my former home. It probably doesn’t help that I was walking instead of letting the contraption do all the work for me. In clogs.
Hey, I never said I was bright OR coordinated.
« SNOW!
28 Sep 06
8:40 am
[...] Note this is not an isolated incident, my ability to fall without cause isn’t well documented but is well known. It also may or may not be why my mother liked to call me “Grace” and “Clyde”. [...]