the left foot story

Last Wednesday, I had a series of little “accidents” that, well, made me gloomy the whole day.

During the morning, probably because I only had 3 hours of sleep that day, I tripped down the stairs here in the office. I was able to hold the bars though, so I did not exactly fell to the ground, but I fell forward and landed with my left leg on a kneeling position. My left foot twisted, and the front of my left leg hit the edge of the stairs, giving me a contusion. I couldn’t scream in pain because I was in the office. I couldn’t even stand for a while because it was really painful.

While going to school, I had a hard time running and squeezing myself among the commuters in the bus because of my aching foot. But I managed to get into the bus. And when I got down, while walking, I tripped on hole in the ground. And guess what? It’s my left foot again! Do you think I should learn more?

I wanted to scream out of annoyance of myself, wait, no, of my left foot. As if that left foot wasn’t badly hurt already. After class, while walking outside the school, I stepped on a large used chewing gum. And, that’s right, it’s that left foot again.

P.S.

Right now, I actually think the coincidence was hilarious, like that in television shows.