To set the scene: we've had a winter weather advisory on all day. Things were icy this morning. Not "here come the glaciers!" icy, but there was a definite sheen, like the world had decided to briefly become a six-year-old girl and break out the body glitter even though Mom told her not to.
The aforementioned winter weather advisory caused me to wimp out and cut through the math building on the way to work. The math building has a marble-like step at the entrance, leading down onto about eight concrete steps. Usually, precipitation builds up on the marble-stuff and makes for treacherous walking, but once you're on the concrete, you're ok. Ha. Ha! Haha, say I. I tottered over the marble with nary a slip, muttering, "Oh, this all seems very slippery," to helaaspindakaas's back as he strode confidently down the stairs.
I stepped onto the concrete and went down--twisting at the last minute to land on my left cheek (yes, *that* cheek), as opposed to the delicate tailbone, which I have already sacrificed once to the gods of falling this lifetime. Scraped up the left knee a little in the process, too, but that's minor. Couldn't regain footing at this point--there was literally no ice-free place to put a foot, so I slid down the steps on my bum while helaaspindakaas looked on in disbelief. I managed to scoop quite a load of snow up under my coat as I scooted, as well as catching a bit in my purse as it dragged along after me.
We arrive at the library to find a fire alarm had been pulled, found dsudis in the fray, and headed off to the coffee shop to grab hot chocolates. Got back about three minutes after the building was repopulated. Once inside, my back load of snow melted charmingly into a nice "peed myself" pattern.
The key to a Mertastrophe is that no one gets hurt and someone has to use an inhaler from laughter-induced asthma when confronted with my idiocy. Done and done. Apparently, when helaaspindakaas regaled splash_the_cat with this tale, the second thing happened--and as for the first, I feel fine.
Freudian slip of the day: "I'll take that with a grain of assault."