Last week was a drizzily damp week in our Nation's Capital and surrounding vicinities. It was, therefore, drizzily damp and wet where I live and work in Alexandria, Virginia. The temperature was rather warm. Dammit. When will winter arrive? It's late.
One must be careful walking the streets of Old Town Alexandria. Not due to crime or some other evil that could befall the unwary. It's the sidewalks. They are brick. Old brick. Old worn uneven brick. These old worn uneven brick sidewalks exude much character and charm. But one must be careful. Especially when the sidewalks are damp or wet. One must pay special attention and be alert.
Last week, on Thursday, I walked to Chipotle to get a food brick for lunch with two of my co-workers. We built our burritos and headed back to the office, each of us clutching a bagged food brick. Instead of paying special attention and being alert as we walked, I was running my mouth with my co-workers.
One second I was walking along. The next second my feet flew out from under me as I gracefully, oh yes oh so gracefully, flailed wildly as my body crashed to the bricks. My bagged burrito arced through the air and just missed beaning the little old lady walking her poodle.
If I'm going to sprawl on the sidewalk during the lunch rush on King Street, I'd rather do it with a touch of style, a bit of panache, a little flair.
Wish me luck for next time?