Normally I like my feet. I am okay with my toes. They are quite normal. Not too skinny, not to fat, not chicken nugget looking, just normal cute feet. This week I am mad at my big toe. It embarrassed me.
Last night, unbenounced to me, my toe decided it would stick out a little further. Mr. Toe's timing was impeccable, as its decision to stop watching where it was going occurred while I was in class walking up to the front of the room to give a presentation.
I waltzed up there and opened my presentation. I grabbed the remote clicker thing from my professor and glanced down to see two computer cords going across the front of the room.
Apparently there was a third cord.
I never saw it. My dang big toe managed to clip it and before I knew it, I was on all fours, face down on the ground. The guys computer cord had gone flying, he jumped and saved his computer and Lord only knows where I flung the professors clicker. I had on a low cut shirt too and I am pretty sure I probably flashed everyone on the right side of the room. Lovely.
The 30 people in my class all shrieked or gasped as some stepped forward to help the pitiful pregnant lady now awkwardly flailing around on the floor.
I tried to regain my composure and thankfully the only thing that was hurt was my pride. My presentation was a flop as after my grand entrance, bureaucratic ideology just seemed quite dull. I stuttered and stammered through it and I think I heard the hallelujah chorus from the angels above as I finished my 15 minute spiel.
What a night. I am pretty sure it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
...I was almost redeemed the next night when another gentleman tripped over the same cord. The cord went flying, but the man managed to catch himself.
His trip was only a 2 compared to mine which would have definitely hit around a 7 or 8 on the scale.Pin It Now!