Do you laugh at people when they fall down? I do. With the exception of the elderly and the infirmed, of course. But, I laugh the hardest when I'm the one doing the falling. I'm laughing right now thinking about a time I fell outside a restaurant 7 years ago. My girlfriends and I were walking out of the restaurant after eating dinner. We stopped to talk and say our goodbyes and the next thing I know I'm kissing the pavement. I laid there for a few seconds in disbelief, wondering why none of my friends were saying anything. I picked myself up, turned around to see three statues staring back at me and said, "Why aren't you laughing? Did you see my underwear?" (because, of course, I was wearing a skirt). Eventually they got over their shock, but they didn't get the same charge out of it I did. I laughed all the way home, and even while my husband put antiseptic on my knees and hands. The amazing thing about the incident is one...I had nothing but water with dinner; two...I didn't sprain or break anything; and three...the object I fell off of was a wheelchair ramp.
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