Sometimes, you’re just walking along, minding your own business, when the universe decides to make your day a little more interesting in a slightly unpleasant manner. That’s what happened to me today, on my lunch break, when, across the street from Grand Central, I slipped on a wet patch of asphalt and fell to the ground, skinning my knee and ripping a small hole in my trouser leg in the process.
I considered walking on — my pride was hurt a lot more than my knee, and the hole was neither so big nor in an embarrassing location — but I was right across the street from a couple of clothing stores, so I decided to look for a pair of replacement pants. It took me a while, and a trip over to Fifth Avenue’s Lord & Taylor — where, because of construction inside the store, it took me longer just to find the men’s department — but I eventually bought a new pair of pants, went back to the office with them, and changed in the bathroom.
And then I finally got to eat lunch.
Beyond that, though, my day wasn’t especially exciting.