While negotiating the three flights of stairs to work this morning an embarrassing thing happened. The toe of my pointy-toed stilettos became entangled in the hem of my pants (the English schoolgirl in me is giggling at the ‘pants’ reference) and I went kersplat up the stairs. CDs, keys and mobile phone went flying as my face landed six steps in front of the rest of myself. Quickly, I picked myself up and checked whether anyone coming or going had witnessed the stupidity but, thankfully, there was noone about. Unless the CCTV was working. I’m pretty sure the camera in the stairwell is no longer operational and even if it was, who’s watching it? I always imagine it’s the creepy guy from the tobacconist ‘cause he doesn’t seem to do anything else with his day but perve on passersby.
I was blushing terribly by the time I stumbled into work and ‘fessed up to accident upon first interrogation re why I was blushing.
Stupid Girl - Garbage