So today I'm walking west on 51st Street when out of nowhere, I sorta fall drunkenly off my shoes, barely managing to catch myself without full-on faceplanting on the sidewalk. Takes me a second, but I get going again, and even manage to shut out the snarky comment made by the street vendor who witnessed.
Two problems with this:
1. For once, I was sober.
2. I'm wearing flats.
Sometimes I'm so cool, I intimidate myself.