Falling In The Rain
In my freshman year of college, I went on a first date with a guy from my Italian class. We had dinner and were walking around when it started to drizzle. I was wearing ballerina flats with no grip. I took one step on the wet cobblestones and my foot shot out from under me.
I landed on my back, hard. Mortified, I stood up quickly. He asked if I was okay, and I remember saying I felt queasy. The next thing I knew I’m regaining consciousness in the gutter. I eventually got up and finished our date at the student health center.
Turns out I’d broken my tailbone. I had to sit on a donut cushion in class for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, there was no amore. Story credit: Reddit / therapy_works
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