I'm a Klutz

Yesterday, I was in an oddly good mood. I think it was a combination of the spring weather, having not gone into the office the day before, and listening to perhaps my favorite Dwight Yoakam song on the MP3 player. Coming back from the break room with my fresh can of Diet Coke in hand, I spied the large black military case I used to haul my gear on my trip and had not yet bothered to finish unpacking it and moving it to its home under my desk. I then had the goofy and ill-advised notion that I would hop on top of it as I came back to my cubicle. I was just about to start my skip-hop, still grooving on the song, when it occurred to me that the case has two wheels facing me and by hopping onto it, it might very well slide out from under me. At that point, I don't know what my body did, but I distinctly remember falling the floor on the fall side of the case, the unopened cola can flying further down the isle, and my headphones becoming dislodged. Instantly, I knew no real harm was done and I busted out in laughter. I pulled myself up, reset my headphones, and picked up the can from where it had stopped against the wall, and explained to my coworkers that yes, I was in fact ok. I had to replace some decorations I had knocked off my cubicle wall, but nothing was damaged. Certainly not the high-grade plastic case. I restarted the song from the beginning, since my spill caused me to miss the last half. Later, I found out I had banged my ankle enough to break skin and it is a tad swollen and uncomfortable, but hell, this story was worth it.