Reminds me of the time my mother flew home on a small regional airline next to a guy who smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week, with a giant velvet Elvis painting tucked between the seat back and his knees.
I also took such a fall, rolled to the left to avoid a glass front cabinet . . . and managed to dislocate my left shoulder and break a bone in my right foot. Still, better than hitting the cabinet.
Exactly. Ever hear a rabbit scream? It’s horrifying.