i have a problem.
i run into things.
the cat, even though we don't have one.
the carpet (don't ask).
heaven forbid there be a pole of some sort in my way.
who the heck put a toaster on the floor?
i have a constant bruise on my hip. it's the perfect position for the corner of the railing on the stairs.
and most recently, the sign.
as i was walking out of harmon's the other day, this sign got in my way.
after attacking the sign at full speed and dropping a curse word, i took a bow for the spectators as well as a picture of the sign and booked it. it took a few minutes before i realized i'd have to try and hide this when i got back to work from my lunch break. it didn't work.
you'd think there would be a simple solution, but... no. there is no easy fix for the highly uncoordinated. in fact, my condition seems to be getting progressively worse.
i have bruises.
i have cuts.
i have scars.