Lately, it appears that my biggest run-ins with disaster have involved serious blows to my head. The hood of my trunk slammed on me while I was loading up my car with groceries. Someone driving by in the parking lot stopped to see if I was okay, but to be honest I couldn't make out anything they were saying. And his/her/its face was a blur. Then they drove off. I guess they assumed by my blank stair that I was fine?
The other night at the salsa club, I was sitting on a bar stool, giving my show-stopping Latin moves a rest (yeaaahh....) All of a sudden a camera tripod that someone had very wisely left standing on the bar came crashing down on my head.
I think I'm getting dumber.