I jumped up from my computer at the request of a family member for food for their entitled loved one.
Feet get snagged by my tote bag, which had become entangled in my chair. I was going down, down, down.
I instinctively tried to employ tactics learned from years as an adult not-very-good figure skater. Go with it. Protect the head. Try to slide. Unfortunately not always transferable to unfrozen surface, but better linoleum than pavement.
I managed to slide into the side of the waste basket, making a racket and commanding far more attention than I wanted. "I'm OK!"
Unharmed except for my dignity and a dinged little finger.
So yeah, I have a new nickname at BWOM.
Mary Katherine Gallagher.
