So, I'm on the bus, on my way home. As I'm climbing on, I drop my bus pass on the floor of the bus. Here's where the magic happens. As I'm squatting to retrieve it (my new bulging stomach prohibits anything so graceful as bending over), the bus lurches forward (I know the goddamn bus driver was watching me) and I fall ass over tea kettle. In front of everyone.
Now, I could have recovered from that, except that I had my iPod on full blast. As I am particularly fond of (loud) music, I can never quite gauge how loud I am talking. So I let out an "Oh no" or something, but with the music blasting, I'm pretty sure I was yelling and I'm pretty sure it sounded like someone sucker-punched Marlee Matlin in the throat. I'm pretty sure it was "Ohhhh waaaah."
The bright side? They were giving out free ice cream bars at the corner of my street. FREE ICE CREAM!! Go f**k yourself, Gym.
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