Monday, January 3, 2011

January 3, 2011

I was walking into work at American YouthWorks.  I was having trouble with my bag.  It was being unwieldy with me.  I grabbed it by the top handle with my right hand, left hand lugging a bag full of fruit.  I tossed the bag directly upwards, and attempted to slip my right arm, my free arm, my heretofore coordinated arm, through the shoulder strap.  I missed.  The bag fell, inside of it my laptop computer, slr camera, and some books.  I was shaken and stirred.  I was red as a hornet. 

Everything worked out just fine that morning.

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