So… as usual…at my desk, minding my bidness (daydreaming and whatnot) when our handsome landscaper man walks up and says:
“Here Lisa, I brought these flowers for you…they smell as sweet as you look!”
Well, actually, that is not how it all played out, but remember.. I was mid-daydream when he walked up to my desk and said:
“I was just pruning some of the bushes and trees outside and brought up these cuttings in case anyone would like to take some home. They smell kinda nice.”
Me: “ME! ME! ME!”
Him: “You can share them, you know.”
Me: “Can, but not going to.” *so smug*
I loves me mah flowers. Right? I got this large scent organ in my nose and all….
So, not too much later at the end of the day, I walk around to be sure our buildings are locked up. Handsome landscaper man was out on the riding lawn mower with his straw hat on…mowing a particular area in a LOOP PATTERN. This is important information for you.
As I am walking.. in my cute little blue dress and strappy wedge heels.. I see him and offer up a casual wave, he waves from the mower. I check the door. Locked. I turn to strut my stuff back to the office just as handsome landscaper man is facing me on “the loop.” We exchange smiles (no need to over do the whole waving bit) and he makes his turn. All the while, I’m still pretending he actually GAVE me flowers and ‘aren’t I just the cutest thing in the dress and sandals.’
Then it happens. My left heel slips off the wedge, and I see concrete coming at me FAST! Hit my right knee and right wrist. Then I just laid there for a sec to be sure I didn’t break something this time. No bodily injuries but my ego is surely bruised. And suddenly I am back to reality: I could hear the mower and realized he would be turning the loop and facing my direction any moment! I scrambled up.. and glanced his way to see…..yes… his back was still to me. Whew! I walk away giggling and rubbing my ouchy wrist. That was almost humiliating.
In my defense, my left leg and foot can not be relied upon for stability right now. I had an MRI last week.. still suffering with the sciatica and my leg and foot are, well, numb. So.. I know.. why in all my brilliance do I slip my compromised foot into 2 inch heels?
Because they are cute. With my dress. That’s why.