that's no way to toss your salad
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2015.06.18
Today my foot slipped on an escalator stair; my arm went up, throwing my lunch into the air. I had to scramble to scoop all of it back into the Styrofoam container before it got gummed up in the platform at the top of the elevator.
I must be getting old, I still can't piece together how it even happened. Haste doth make waste, it seems.