* Revisited...because I know I've used this title before in my blogging career!
Talk about shlemazel mazel.
I was at the hospital the other day to visit my dad. I was wearing new boots that don't have much of a rubber grip on the sole. I was walking on a fancy, slippery, f tiled floor and felt my heel slip up and I go down.
Talk about shlemazel mazel. I fell in the corridor right in front of the hospital administrator's office. It was right in front of the pharmacy. Hospital volunteers who saw me go down came to help me up and make sure I was okay.
But I guess if I have to fall -- and perhaps hurt myself -- inside a hospital is the best place to do it.
Okay, I might've been a shlemazel that day, but I did remember to turn my clocks ahead for today.