Fall From (lack of) Grace

“So this is how disaster can happen,” I thought to myself.  “How humiliating.”

nail salon

In the middle of getting a wonderful pedicure at a posh nail salon in Tribeca, I left my chair to pick out a captivating shade of new polish. Satisfied that I’d found a yummy pale/peach, perfect for early July, I returned to my cushy chair.  As noted in the above photo, the chair was located on a platform, right behind the  wooden wash basin. I put one  foot on the platform, then pushed off with the foot that was on the floor. I’d planned to do a quarter turn in the air, and land perfectly in the deeply cushioned chair.   It was a bit of a gamble, I knew, but the confidence I’d developed over years of dancing made me certain enough of what my body was capable of doing.  The moved I planned caused little hesitation, unfortunately. How quickly a nice day can turn treacherous.

Just as I pushed off, with one foot on the floor, to transfer my weight to my foot on the platform, my foot on the platform slid out from under me.

woman falling

Crash. Maybe a scream too? All eyes in the salon turned to see what had created the noise.  The expressions on their faces registered horror, as they saw what had happened.  Most looked away quickly, I think to help me preserve whatever shred of dignity I had left.  For some reason, I thought everyone would be laughing, because it seemed like such a pratfall.  But, no one did.  I feel pretty sure if any of my kids had been there, we all would have enjoyed a good laugh together.

Here was a grown woman of an uncertain age who managed to catapult herself into a tub designed to house only two feet and not an entire female body. As I remember, my legs stuck straight up in the air. I doubt if I could have repeated that move if I’d wanted to.  I hurt, but quickly determined that I couldn’t linger in that  basin. Someone offered me a hand. Somehow I indecorously managed to extricate myself.  I was simultaneously shocked at my position, angry at the poor design, and embarrassed by my woefully misplaced faith in what my body can now do on command.

I’d really banged up a foot and one thigh.  I turned hideously black and blue the next day, but fortunately, no serious injuries.  As far as I know, my stunt didn’t show up as a photo or video on social media.

Lesson learned.