On Saturday I thought it was time I got the invisible shield on my iPod, so I went to the mall. We shall not name it for now, but while walking through the mall I did not see a delighful soda spill someone had left behind on the ground along my path.

So as life would have it when my feet found the spill first they reckoned the best way for me to see the spill was by bringing me closer to it! When I became aware of the spill my feet then decided to take alternate routes. Needless to say we did not all arrive at the same destination at the same time, but the end result was the same. I fell and boy does it hurt.

I had some issues getting up as my left ankle felt a little less than solid. A number of really nice people asked if they could help me, a number of other people looked at me like some homeless bum who had just tried to pee on their leg. So as I can now vouch for, there are some real dicks who shop in the mall. I hope should life ever decide to throw them a curve the person passing them decides to help.

One of the attendants from the stores came out and asked if I needed help. I was trying to get up, looked somewhat stunned and not in a religious experience way and was covered in the soda I skidded in. I really believe the answer would have been yes. So in order to verify I was not some religious nut having an out of cup soda experience he asked if I was okay. When he confirmed I needed help he was excellent.

Within minutes a lady with a mop and trolley arrived and looked at me. Dear God let’s hope she is not the cavalry. Sure enough she was not, moments later 2 mall security folks looking like left over park rangers appeared on the horizon. One looked a little too familiar, and low and behold she was someone I had worked with on another planet.

When we established that they were not park rangers we moved on to the reason they had come to see me. I had slipped and they needed to verify I was not going to sue. So while still unsure and recovering from my out of soda cup experience I had a lapse in judgement and declined medical attention and signed a form saying they offered and I said no.

So they had me fill some forms to explain to them what happened. The need for sarcasm like my good judgement had not returned, and I was only able to write what happened. There was soda on the ground and I fell and I was hurt. I did explain my left ankle was sore, my back and such. However now over 24 hours later I find myself a little more sore as it seems I did something to my back. Nothing tragic just sore.

So this leaves me feeling tender and well trying to determine the next step, well a better placed next step.