Wisdom’s Not My Strong Suit
These days, I walk with the assistance of a cane. On days when either senility or vanity gets the better of me I leave the cane at home. I hobble my behind down the street ignoring the pain and the lopsided gait all in hopes of blending in. Yeah, those of you that know me already can guess where this story is headed. Those of you that don’t, stick around.
The day before yesterday I had a multitude of errands to run. Some took longer than anticipated and I had to hurry to catch my shuttle service. In a headlong rush out the wrong exit of the shopping center, I wound up on a side of the property that is closed off by gates and wrought iron fencing. By then my leg hurt so bad there was no way I was going to backtrack through the shopping center to the main entrance. Being the intelligent being that I am, I decided, “Hey, you can climb that fence. Piece of cake!”
On the side of the fence enclosing the shopping center are decorative cement blocks that resemble steps. The fence is set in the top blocks so that was no major feat. What I hadn’t expected was the small ledge and steep drop on the other side of the fence. Being the glass is half full kind of gal, I still thought I had this. (Who was I kidding?) So I braced myself to jump from the small ledge onto the ground below. My foot slipped of the ledge before I could jump and then the bad leg gave out altogether.
Okay, so now you probably have a mental picture of a nutcase sprawled on the ground. Not nearly so lucky. Dummy me didn’t notice the hood of my jacket was caught on the curly spikes that protrude from the fence. Guess who was hanging by the hood of her jacket for what seemed like an eternity? I was finally rescued by a group of teenagers, but not before they took pics with their cell phones. Impertinent puppies! Did I catch my shuttle? No. Would I do it again? Hmm… Who said wisdom came with age?