I turned the skirt sideways and took the 6 down to Astor Place, where I nodded as I always do at St. This part I did not realize until 5:30 PM. In the process, I also ripped six inches of the seam in my one work skirt-up the back, creating a window through which one could quite easily see pharmacy control-top tights and an American Eagle thong. Two men who work in advertising asked if I was okay, then said “Are you sure?” and kept walking before I got even halfway through my explanation of what had happened with the bird. I was protected completely by my puffy coat, I texted Tamar, except from mortification. Or, I saw that a bird was underfoot, assumed it would move, got most of the way through the step before realizing it wouldn’t, then tried to avoid it by spinning my foot out at a 70-degree angle from my leg, which meant planting my ankle bone on the edge of the curb and falling sideways in slow motion-like a tree-into the middle of Madison Avenue. Kaitlyn: On my way into the office Friday morning, I tripped on a bird.
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