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The weather this morning is pretty nasty. It is chilly and raining. It isn’t raining hard now, but there are plenty of puddles and slippery spots. I was walking to the train this morning when I heard a horn blow. Thinking it was my train, I broke into a trot. I stepped over a chain barrier to go through a parking lot, and my right foot got snagged. Down I went into the puddle. I hit my knee, but didn’t fall too hard because I stopped the fall with my hand. My jeans got wet too. I was annoyed more than hurt. When I got to the train station, I realized that the horn I heard was not for my train, so I waited another three or so minutes waiting for my train to show up and assessing the damage to my jeans. I was tempted to go home and go back to bed, but it is Friday and I wanted to go in and end the week on a good note.

When I got to work, I showed the damage to one of my coworkers. He grinned, bent over, hitched up the leg of his pants to show me the cut on his knee from when he busted early this morning. We pitied our wounds, but then acknowledged that the bruises would heal and that no permanent damage had been done.