So I'm putting shoes on shelves and I climb up the shelves without a ladder. This is a dumb idea. It's going alright, though, I put the shoes away. Just as I do, though, I slip. My grip falls away and all of a sudden I'm six feet in the air and coming down on concrete. I'll be lucky if I keep from hitting my head on the shelf opposite me when I land. I close my eyes, prepare for impact.
Excepting I fucking nail the landing.
I don't know what happened but all of a sudden I was half crouched, arms spread for balance on my feet. Not even a tiny bit hurt.
Feeling like a badass cat-ninja thing, I brush myself off and return to my work because cool guys don't look at explosions. Inside, though, I wish someone had been there to appreciate my cat-like reflecxes.
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