tell me about it

Yesterday I discovered that my the soles of my shoes lack friction and that the front metal step of the pub is extremely slippery when wet.

I discovered these two facts when they synergized to form an event which resulted in extreme embarrassment and pain (and large painful lumps and bruises on my leg and foot), both of which were experienced by myself.

My lower body swung into the air, propelling my upper body to swing toward the ground, and while I was able to break my fall with a well-placed arm, my left leg slammed back into the metal step.

This hurt.

My manager was right behind me and with a cry of distress he rushed to my aid.

“Ah moi, be careful! Are you okay?”

I pulled myself painfully to my feet and discovered a customer standing in front of me looking similarly horrified at my spectacular plunge.

“You don’t have to fall for me, you know, I don’t think that’s part of your job description,” the man joked, reaching out his arm to steady me.

With great calm and composure, I managed to find it within me to forgive his attempt at humor and dredged out a weak laugh.

“I’m all right,” I assured them, rubbing my knee simultaneously. “Ow.”

Relieved that the crisis was over, my manager looked at me with amusement in his eyes.

“Pain or not?”

“Of course lah!”

“You must be very heavy,” he grinned.

“Shut up.”