Those of you who know me know that, one, I'm not a small woman and, two, I can be...shall we say...a bit clumsy? Owning a flower shop and being a florist is the greatest gig I can imagine, but it does have its pitfalls. My hands are so beat up they look like something out of a crime scene photo and I have more bruises than a tipsy party-goer who takes a header down the stairs.
Cut to the flower shop....lovely sienna brown concrete floors (worst nightmare for a clumsy gal) and working with roses. Okay, so there was one, count it, ONE rose petal on the floor. I came around the corner into the design room and, you guessed it, my foot landed on the ONE rose petal in the room--a wet slimy rose petal--and there went my foot sliding across the floor, miraculously causing me to do the splits, then gracefully (if you can imagine that) I did a half twist and went down for a two-point landing on the concrete. Geez, nothing worse than seeing concrete coming at your face and that split-second eternity when you know it's gonna hurt.
Susie was horrified and was nervously doing some mini-pacing wondering how on earth she could help! Then amidst the ooh, ouch, oh, owieeeee, we started laughing...and laughing...and then I started hurting....okay, everything is moving, nothing broken. Now I wish I could get up as quickly as I went down!
Okay, so Susie and I look like Mutt and Jeff--Susie not too tall and very petite. I, on the other hand, am taller and, well, fluffy. We had a good laugh as she told me she thought of trying to stop me on the way down and I was so horrified! I yelled, stand back, you'll be crushed!! And more laughing. I shook it off as I always do, then we went on with the day.
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