I have always been known for my lack of balance, and for being a little klutzy in general!
When we had finished our lunch at Ray’s Bistro in Alton the other day, and as we were getting ready to leave, we both decided that we needed to use the restaurants facilities, and so Carol went first and I took care of Ray. Other than him climbing all over me as he tried to see where Carol had gone, it was uneventful. It was probably a conversation point for the other customers but, for me, it was normal and expected behavior!
When she returned, she took Ray’s leash from me, and explained that the men’s room was just through the door (she pointed to an outside door), and off to the left. With Ray under control, I headed in the direction of the door that Carol had pointed to. As I approached it, I could see that it was a glass door and so looked through it as I was opening it. I could clearly see the ladies room door on my right.
What happened after that is a little confusing, but it would seem that while I was totally focused on finding the mens room, I was not looking down and so did not see that there was a step down into the building!
Many of you will know from experience that when you plant your foot down, but there is nothing to plant it on, there is a monument (perhaps moment?) of brain confusion as the foot falls out of control until it hits something solid. In my case, I lost my balance completely and, not wishing to fall onto the hard floor and possibly suffer damage, my survival instincts dictated that I hang on to the door… which I did.
Hanging on to a fixed solid object is a natural thing to do in order to stabilize oneself, but hanging on to a hinged door is not such a good idea. As I started falling into the building, while holding on to the door, my dynamics must have dictated that the door changed direction and started to swing closed.
By now I was holding the edge of the door and decided to let go and, as gracefully as possible, fall to the floor. I did land quite gracefully however, because of my direction of travel when I let go of the door, I rolled through the ladies door and partially into their washroom!
As if it couldn’t get any worse, and as I was getting back up onto my feet again (still partially in the ladies washroom), one of the waitresses rushed over to see if I was okay, and I noticed through the glass door that some women at a table on the patio were also looking at me. I tried to explain that I wasn’t really trying to use the ladies washroom (my brain amazes me sometimes with what it considers to be an appropriate comment in a difficult situation), and slowly walked into the men’s room and shut the door. When I came out, I was so glad that we were ready to leave!