I was walking down Michigan Avenue, looking to see if the #3 bus was coming so I knew if I had to hurry, and I walked into a lamp pole. A big, hard one. I bruised my knee. I'm sure people saw me, but no one laughed openly. Seriously -- I walked directly into a lamp pole.
What is wrong with me?
3 comments:
I did that playing tag in the 1st grade.
This is very odd. I just googled my own name, Liz Self, to see if I would pull up my own blog, and instead I found you. I have lived in Chicago, am a blogger( though new and inconsistant), share similiar interests. Very strange feeling... almost as of I, for a split second, did not exist, and instead you were me. Wierd, I know. By the way, my friend actually recieved a pair of footee pajamas from her parents for Christmas at the age of seventeen.
Be Well.
This has happened to me at least twice. For the record no one laughed at me either. Maybe it just happens too often?
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