Another one that really belongs somewhen else, but I don’t know when that when is. So here it goes. Yeah, my fault for not recording it before now. Oh well.
One day, Fahim was home as I opened a kitchen cupboard. It must have been either in the morning or on a weekend because the sun was shining and Fahim was home.
I opened one of the cupboard doors. It’s glass. It opened too far and bounced off the fully open position, then broke off the cupboard.
As I hung on to it.
I think.
Honestly, I don’t remember what happened.
Two minutes after it happened, I didn’t remember what happened.
All I know is that some glass fell on my foot and I had a small cut – like less than an inch long, and really, it looks like more of a scratch than a cut. It isn’t an all the way through the skin cut. And there was no glass left in it.
I think I went into shock or something.
Next thing I remember, the pane of glass is lying on the floor of the balcony and Fahim and I are sweeping up the remnants before the cats get glass in their paws. Fahim and I are both wearing our slippers. Flip flops, in other words.
Seriously, I stood there for quite a while, not saying anything, after the glass broke. I just stood there. And stood there. And stood there.
Ah well. Fahim dealt with it. I think.
