Daniel's mother used to say that, usually just after she or someone dear to her did something...well...not-so-graceful.
At Target this afternoon, I was looking at bicycles. Daniel and I have been wanting to buy bikes as a way to increase our activity level, and at least from my standpoint, a way to say a big and glorious "fuck you" to the money-grubbing oil industry.
Gas being, at the nearest station, $4.06/gallon.
I was looking at one bike in particular, and I pulled it off the rack to check it out more closely, although between you and me, I have no idea what I was looking for. I got on the damn thing, and as I was dismounting, my foot caught in one of the many cables going from the bike's body to its handlebars.
You know where this is headed.
I freaking FELL, dude!
Right there in the middle of Target, and not only did I get a little beat up in the fall--fortunately, the bike didn't seem worse for the wear of me taking it to the floor with my graceful ass--another customer SAW me.
Oy.
Just, as sweet Patty used to say, call me "Grace."
Copyright 2008 Melissa LaFavers