Whoever he was, he was in such a hurry to get a chance to chat with the speakers after the meeting that when he squeezed out of his pew just behind me he had no idea that when he hip-checked me, while I had no idea it was coming to brace against it, I did my funky which-way-did-up-suddenly-go wobble and then tumbled to the floor with my cane thankfully only smacking the carpet and not someone’s leg.
In front of about forty suddenly horrified people on that side of the room, with the four nearest arms immediately reaching to scoop me up. I confess to quickly looking back over my shoulder to see if the guy had even noticed.
Nope.
But I bet the speaker visiting from San Diego whom he was in such a hurry to get to did.
(Oh wait, someone I know *did* see my dignified little dance. Hi, Julia, hi, Eric, nah, nah, I’m fine no worries.)
My first thought had been, No! Don’t mess with my knitting hands, I need those!
My second was to wonder how often I had inadvertently hurt someone and never known it. It made me want to pay closer attention.
I did do the icepack thing when we got home, just to be careful.