Wipeout

As usual, when preggers, I was worried about tripping, falling down or passing out.  So, when I was preggers with my daughter, I resolved not to go too far without someone with me, in case I fell.  One of my best friends works with me, so one day I asked her to accompany me up to Subway so I could grab lunch.

En route, I again stressed to her that I fall/trip and that she was along to assist me if that were to happen.   We were almost to Subway, and were crossing the street. There were quite a few people crossing, so we walked out around the crowd and made our way directly to the sidewalk.

Just one problem - as I was lifting my foot over the curb, it caught, and I started to go down in slow-motion.  My friend just stood next to me, WATCHING, and doing nothing.  (I still contend she took a step back so as not to associate herself with any embarrassment that might ensue.)  There I was, on my ass, she looked down at me and said:

"Deborah! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??"

"Um, I fell.  Thanks for your help."

The whole way back to work, she claimed that she didn't really believe me when I said I am clumsy when preggers and because I was falling in slow-motion, she assumed I had control of myself.

Blah, blah, blah.

She could be a politician, the way she deflects.