Today Matt and I went into Denver for dim sum and a nice walk downtown. Dim sum was very crowded and after waiting for some time, I had to pee really badly. Matt didn't want me to go because we were the next number to be called. I assured him I would hurry and be back as soon as I could.

I bee-lined my way to the bathroom, rushed into the women's restroom door, entered the first stall (thankfully empty) and fell promptly on my ass onto the wet, pee-ridden, bacteria infested floor right in front of the toilet.

I sat on my ass for a while, contemplating the disgusting, traumatic incident. My legs and feet were well into the adjacent stall which was occupied by, no doubt, a horrified person using the facilities, startled by the unwelcome visitors (she was wearing white, fancy flip flops). I got up and finished my business quickly, expedited by the sound of my neighbor flushing her toilet. I certainly did not want to run into her face to face.. so I hurried and washed my hands and left (with damp jeans, UGH).

The rest of our lunch and our afternoon was nice and uneventful. Hours later, I am nursing a nice fat bruise along my elbow. *sigh*