The Man Be Trippin'!
I was just crossing the street to get my daughter from dance class, and I tripped on the curb. And I hit it just right, I guess, 'cause I couldn't bring my back foot up in time to catch myself, but went flying straight ahead, hitting on my right knee, then kind of sliding and spinning as I fell, so I hit with my other knee as well, then kinda flew backwards and slammed my spine into a lamppost on top of that. OUCH!
Even funnier (haha as well as strange) - a lady I know (the mom of another girl in dance class), whom I've always thought was a bit aloof and never says hi, she goes walking by me in my crumpled heap, gabbing on her cell phone, and doesn't pause or take notice in anyway. WTF? Did there need to be actual blood-spatters to get your attention, lady?