I’m walking up to 7-Eleven and idk what went on but I go to step over the curb to enter the store and my flip-flop catches in my foot or whatever and down I go on my knees.

I jump back up and start laughing at myself, clearly announcing that I’m such a klutz, all while a group of people watch me and gasp.

The woman immediately asks me if I’m okay. Oh. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.

When I left the store the group was still out there and I joked that I wouldn't be tripping again.

I am going to be the cause of my own death someday, I know it.