Today I was schlepping up the stairs at the middle school on my way out for lunch time bliss, and in doing so, I fell UP (yes, up) the stairs.
There were suddenly several students looking at me and asking if I was okay. I was highly impressed that they weren't laughing. Maybe they did when I finally picked myself upright and grabbed my beast of a bag and continued on my way. Who knows? I don't really care.
Then it dawned on me. If that had happened while I was an actual student at said middle school, I would have been beet red with embarrassment replaying the scene over and over in my mind for weeks. Who saw me? Who told other kids?
Today, I wasn't embarrassed; I was just immediately sore.