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August 18, 2012

Ways I wish I'd broken my foot

I broke my foot in Paris.

That line, which I've repeated ad naseum all week in response to the countless queries of "Wha hoppon?", would lead you to believe there's a really good story behind it. There isn't. There's basically no reason for me to have broken my foot. I was stepping off a sidewalk and my foot slipped. C'est tout.

Here's what I wish I could say:
  • I was chasing pigeons
  • I slipped in dog merde. Damn French people who don't clean up after their dogs...
  • I was helping an old blind man cross the street à la Amélie and a speeding moped ran me over
  • I was attacked near Pigalle and stomped on my aggressor's steel-booted instep like I learned in self-defense
  • I was so inspired by the American Women's Gymastics Team's success that I decided to cartwheel down the Champs de Mars
  • I was running to catch a train in the métro and the door closed on my hoof
  • I was taking one of my signature jumping-in-front-of-monument pictures
Le sigh. 

2 comments:

  1. I knew your suddenly stationary circumstances would result in a post. :) For my part, I would have liked to see "signature jump + landing in dog poo" combined into one truly amazing, foot-damaging cause.

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  2. broke mine in January causing an enormous blood clot. All I was doing at the time was walking, stepped off the curb and bam down I went. We were near ski resorts so they assumed it was a skiing accident. Had to tell them it was just me walking!!!

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