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Probably Sprained Ankle
Dec. 7th, 2010 07:47 amToday is not the time for this to happen. J's moving out today and needs people to load the truck. Fortunately I can do some work from home.
On my way out of work in Ypsilanti, I walk several blocks to my car. Yesterday I stepped off a curb onto a hilly street and came down on my foot sideways.
A middle-aged lady stopped to help. When it became clear I couldn't hobble even when supported, went to her nearby house to give me free crutches.
While she was gone, a college student who saw me from a distance arrived. I told her the other lady went to get crutches, and she said she would also give me crutches, and it would be a race.
The first person came back with crutches, and I told her this. So I practiced with crutches and waited for the second person to return. The first lady told me to donate the crutches to charity when I was done with them, and left.
The college student returned with crutches, and offered to drive me to my car. So we went to her house, where she invited me in, put a bag of frozen corn on my ankle, and talked about possibly hiring me to design her website.
I know the economy is bad, but all in all, this is not the way I should be looking for work!
On my way out of work in Ypsilanti, I walk several blocks to my car. Yesterday I stepped off a curb onto a hilly street and came down on my foot sideways.
A middle-aged lady stopped to help. When it became clear I couldn't hobble even when supported, went to her nearby house to give me free crutches.
While she was gone, a college student who saw me from a distance arrived. I told her the other lady went to get crutches, and she said she would also give me crutches, and it would be a race.
The first person came back with crutches, and I told her this. So I practiced with crutches and waited for the second person to return. The first lady told me to donate the crutches to charity when I was done with them, and left.
The college student returned with crutches, and offered to drive me to my car. So we went to her house, where she invited me in, put a bag of frozen corn on my ankle, and talked about possibly hiring me to design her website.
I know the economy is bad, but all in all, this is not the way I should be looking for work!
You know that time when you're moving, and your bed and chair and lamp and possessions are all packed, and you can't walk, and no one is there to see you, so you lose utensils and adverbs and all civilization, crawling on hands and knees like an animal over the desolate expanse of your mancave ME HAVE CREATED FIRE