Looks Like Somebody's Got a Case of the Mondays

I just went and got lunch at the deli downstairs. Pot roast & veggies. Yumtastic. It's cool here today (a rarity in Miami) and a hearty, wintry meal is just the thing to make today a little less Monday-esque. I then proceeded to slip on the freshly-waxed marble floors in the elevator bank and splatter myself and my lunch all over the place. I think they may have used pure glycerine to polish the floors. It was as slick as an ice rink. My heel hit the shiny, black surface just a touch off-center and I could feel the fall begin - the way you know something bad is just about to happen and everything goes into slow-motion. I sort of floated above myself watching my foot turn under, my leg slide out in front of me, my hands fly upward, tossing my lunch in an effort to swing my arms beneath me to break my impending, painful landing. The styrofoam container hit the ground and big chunks of tender roast sloshed across the floor along with gravy and mashed potatoes. Carrot slices rolled under the security desk and green beans squished between the closing doors of the elevator on the left. My Sunkist soda seeped across the floor, filling the joint of the regular tiling and the marble slabs making a lovely orange groutline. Miraculously, I stood up without so much as a speck of pepper on my clothing. Remarkable, considering what the floor around me looked like. It was a grisly scene. I hope I don't end up with big bruises on my tush. I went down hard. It was too funny to hurt at the time, but I have a sinking suspicion that tonight I'll be feeling it.

To top it off, I can't upload photos right now for some reason. Bugger.

**Update: now I have a hole in my sock. Yippeeeeee!