No Really! It WAS a Banana, I Swear!

No really, it was a banana, I swear to God!

The other day my kids were hanging at a friend’s place. A place we call Club Med for kids cuz the parents work all the time and make up for it by buying every, conceivable toy for the kids.

There’s the water slide and the tree house and the electric car and pretty much every thing that my kids covet. (I’d say secretly covet but they’re too young to hide their honesty still and will say “Let’s go over to ???? cuz they have a pool!” Ya gotta love that.)

Anyway, so I go over to meet them and take them to a movie. I figured they’d be in the back, cuz that’s where all the cool junk is. I walked through the carport but no one was out back so I turned to go ’round the front.

As I was walking out of the carport something happened. It was so fast that it didn’t register in my brain. In a nanosecond it seemed that I was airborne.

Turns out I had slipped. My right foot slipped on something slippery (uh, of course it was slippery, duh!) and went flying out in front of me. To compensate, my left foot flipped over and skidded (in a flip flop) along it’s top, across the pavement.

I thought it was dog shit. As I was going down hard on the left knee I distinctly thought “Crap, I’ve slipped in dog shit, this is annoying!” Then I went through a surprising number of expletives in the time it took me to hit the ground. Amazing how the mind works!

Anyway, I was down, on one knee, taking stock of what was hurt. I knew the top of my left foot and the left knee took the brunt of everything. When I rose I turned to look at the shitty offender and found that it was, indeed, a banana. (not a peel, which would have made this story a lot funnier but who am I to embellish for effect ;)

What kind of a jerk leaves banana in the middle of the walking area? Mind you, there is a banana-eating baby at the house so I can’t be too annoyed.

All in all, there wasn’t a lot of damage done and the re-telling of the story more than makes up for any discomfort I had.

I have to say though, without the 30+ days of yoga that preceeded the fall I think I would have been far more hurt. Like a pulled hamstring for one. The strength in my legs definitely saved me further injury. So thanks to down dog and all her pals for bulking me up to survive death by banana!


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