Last week, the Hillbilly family took a two-day trip to Oklahoma for the purpose of gambling in several casinos. We stay at the largest casino, and drive around to the others in a big loop. It's a lot of walking for someone as knee-challenged as Mrs. HM.
I take my time. Farmer H dropped off The Pony and me at the door, The Pony in his broken-ankle boot still outpacing me. We set a time to leave, and the three of us go our separate ways, then meet at the door later.
I was on my way up front, having made a pit-stop at the ladies' room. This necessitated walking across the entire front wall of this casino. A straight shot. About halfway there, I was passing the free soft drinks counter. It was on my right, and the rest of the casino on my left.
A little man was veering towards me at a rapid pace. Mrs. HM does not like to inconvenience people. Not even little 30-somthing men rushing to the soda fountain. I tried to hurry my Galapagos Tortoise pace, so he would not have to stop and let me pass by.
My legs do not respond as they used to. The sole of my right shoe stubbed along the cushy casino carpet. I pitched forward. Only my out-thrown right arm, palm slamming onto the soda fountain counter, stopped me from falling on my face. Whew! That was a close one.
The look on that rusher's face was PANIC. I guess maybe he thought I could have fallen on him! It's not like he would have had a chance at helping me up. Too scrawny. A little man with frail appendages.
I survived the ordeal, with a racing heart, and a very sticky palm. People need to drink more diet soda.
He must have really been jonesing for a soda. You should have fallen on him, flattening him. That would serve him right for rushing and veering.
ReplyDeleteEven if he was a tiny man, he might have cushioned your fall.
I'm glad you did not fall, but I don't agree that more people should drink diet soda. That stuff is not good for you. I know you drink it, by choice, but it shouldn't be encouraged. I am also glad the counter wasn't sticky enough to trap you like a fly in a spider web.
ReplyDeleteI hate tripping in public! First thing I do is look around to see if someone saw me!
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteHe was probably in a hurry to get back to losing his money on the slots. Had I fallen on him, his spindly bones might have pierced a vital organ! I have built-in cushioning, which I discovered when I face-planted on the toenail rug in front of the big-screen TV a few years ago. Not even a bruise!
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River,
I guarantee you that 44 oz of sugar soda each day would be way worse for me than 44 oz of Diet Coke. It's not like I'm going to make a sign and have Farmer H affix it to a stick, and walk around casinos and convenience stores protesting sugar soda and promoting diet soda!
Also, Diet Coke can remove stains! Probably as efficiently as it removes the lining of my stomach and intestines...
Yes, glad I didn't get stuck to the counter, and need security to hose me down for removal.
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Kathy,
Second thing you do is look at the ground like IT'S at fault, right? Or are you one of those people who pretend you MEANT to do that?
I agree sugar soda is just as bad, maybe worse if someone is diabetic, I certainly wouldn't be encouraging people to drink that instead of the diet. To me they are equally bad, which is why I drink water.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeleteI've gone through periods of drinking only water. Now that I'm retired, this is my daily treat. I could have a worse vice. Like drinking 44 oz of whiskey! Or coffee!
My guilty pleasure is coffee!!
ReplyDeleteKathy,
ReplyDeleteI tried it once, since it smelled pretty good. YUCK! Not a coffee drinker! Nor is Farmer H. Genius loves the stuff. I don't think The Pony has ever tried it.