You know that advert for ‘Final Destination 5’ where you think “Did these kids not see the first 4 movies? Stay on the damn bridge and just die already as it will ultimately just save time”? Then you also think; “Seriously? Can there possibly be any more grisly ways to meet your maker?”
Well I just almost added another one…
Death by killer slipper!
A topic I do know that I have touched on before.
I just skied down the flippin’ stairs, like Eddie the fecking Eagle, on these babies whilst dashing to answer the phone.
Do you know what the caller said as I snatched the phones from it’s holder thingumy from my crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs?
“Am I speaking to Mrs Bruuyaar? Thees ees a werry short survaaay and eeet weeel ownlay tike a couple of minute yes” (this is me trying to type in a filipina accent by the way”
I hung up as I was crying at the time about why my arm was facing the wrong way and my little toe appeared to have snapped off.
I then crawled back up the stairs and waited to see how long it took my family to come and pick me up, (which wasn’t as quickly as I would have liked I’ll be honest with you), and I had to actually call out and ask why no-one had come to see if I was alright.
Perhaps it’s not just the slippers that are out to get me!
PS. Clearly my arm is now the right way round or I wouldn’t be able to type this.
PPS. FYI, I had not had a drink, unlike the last time I fell down some stairs at the end of April when I’d had several and was in 6inch killer heels (incidentally, I can still not kneel down on that knee as it still hurts if I do).
PPPS. I’m okay now, I think, thanks for asking…