Oh, That Right Leg!

I admit it. I have a thing for Entertainment Weekly. The writing is creative and there is a certain degree of snarkiness at times. I am myself creative and occasionally snarky. It is a good match.

Unfortunately, it recently caused a problem. I was reading the magazine as I walked into a Chili's and let go of the door as I walked in. The door was heavy and Rachel was unable to hold it. She fell to the ground and skinned her knee slightly.

Rachel was dressed prettily in a summer dress and black patent leather shoes and for some reason, that made me feel even worse. I ushered her to a metal bench outside and rubbed her back and embraced her until the tears dried up.

After we were seated, we asked for a bandaid. They brought a pretty blue one and it was affixed to the afflicted knee.

Right about the time I finished my lunch, Rachel whispered that she needed to go to the bathroom and asked that I accompany her. I slid off the wooden bench onto the tile floor.

With what seemed to be a herculean effort, Rachel moved glacially toward the end of the bench. She slid onto the floor, right leg rigidly beneath her as she favored her left side and limped toward the bathroom.

I allowed her to get in front of me as I raised my right fist to suppress the smile on my face. She was limping on the wrong leg! And the Oscar goes to.....