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I took one more step.
My foot landed squarely on it.
Time slowed in that ridiculous way it only does when you’re about to fall. My arms flailed, grabbing at nothing, and for a brief second I thought I might recover. I did not. I slipped, slid, and landed flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling lights like I’d just been defeated by dairy.
A nearby employee rushed over, asking if I was okay, while trying not to laugh. I nodded, embarrassed, clutching my dignity somewhere far worse off than my back.
I still bought the milk and bread—but I avoided the cheese aisle entirely.
Just making sure everything is okay!
All the best, George.