Tuesday, April 29, 2008

W-I-P-E-O-U-T

Last night, yours truly bit some serious concrete and let me tell you, it hurt like a sonofabitch. How did it happen? Well, it all started out innocently enough when I got a call from MR. LOW-KEY, saying that he'd made dinner and prepared a plate for me. Incidentally, for those of you who are wondering what's that all about, MR. LOW-KEY has been known to prepare tasty meals for various members of the staff. He's cool like that.

At first I told him that he didn't have to go through the trouble, and with the rain coming down in buckets, it wasn't worth the trouble. He insisted that it would be no problem and that he'd bring it over. I then told him to hang tight, that I'd come over to pick it up (he only lives a couple of buildings down the street from me).

So I bundled up and made my way over to his place, in the rain and when I arrived at his building, there he was, with a steaming hot plate of grub in his hand. We're doing the "healthy eating" thing these days so he prepared some chicken, spinach and brown rice for me and it looked pretty good.

I thanked him for the plate and began making my way back up the block towards my place. As I crossed the street, traffic began coming out of the Midtown Tunnel and up the street at a pretty fast clip. So in my haste to get out of the way of traffic, IT HAPPENED.

I found myself slipping on a slick stretch of East 35th street and that plate of food and myself went flying. I landed pretty hard on my knees and the plate did a triple somersault and landed in the street, just in time for a cab to run over it. WTF!?

So now I'm on my hands and knees in the rain, stunned, embarrassed... and in a nice bit of pain. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled myself up from the ground and limped back to my apartment.

You can't make this stuff up people, you really can't. Needless to say, I ate my own bag of microwave spinach for dinner last night. Grrrrr......


More to come.


Nuff said