Question of the Day!

I remember pushing the shopping cart and marveling at the lack of people traffic in our village's one and only grocery store. I'd been one of the locals who wondered at the wisdom of being open 24/7. Daylight operations had always been good enough for me, but here I strolled at an unprecedented 9:30 p.m. I forget why I indulged in this late visit. One minute I gawked at the shelves as I propelled the cart along, the next I met the floor, hard. Yep, I'd fallen for the ol' slip and slide accident. My left foot had encountered a slippery blob/puddle and immediately wiped me out. The management later attempted to downplay my injuries by claiming it was a bit of splatter on the floor. No, it was a large puddle of viscous phlegm-like ooze. No shattered pieces of glass were evident. ( The next day I learned my incident had been captured by security cameras.) Only two student staff were on duty. The young lady scrawled my name and phone number on a cash register receipt. After hobbling out to my vehicle I phoned my son requesting a lift to the emergency room, an hour's drive away. At the hospital I leaned against a wall awaiting triage and this turned out to be a mistake. When my name was called I automatically stepped forward onto that injured left foot because my right foot was supporting my weight, and promptly collapsed. I now know how to motivate hospital staff. Nurses came running and two hoisted me into a wheelchair. I bypassed the check-in and was whisked straight into the treatment area. My x-rays were expedited. Two security guards appeared with a thick binder of incident forms and questioned me. My son summed it up. "She's just clumsy." So, this was a bad grocery shopping experience.