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Go ahead, feel free to laugh with me. I’m laughing, when my knee’s not aching. Having lived as long as I have, I’ve got some good stories to tell. This one’s about the time I caught a t.v. on my knee. I’ve been working hard this summer on self-promotion as a self-published author, and on upcoming writing projects. It feels like I’ve neglected my blog a little. So, I’ve decided to add a regular Monday post for at least the next few weeks of the summer, all about various stupid things I did when I was young. You’ll laugh, you’ll think, “Wow, I can’t believe she did that,” you’ll cry….well, probably not. This should be fairly light and fun, as I am poking fun at myself. So, sit back and enjoy.
How heavy is a 27″ t.v.? Too heavy for me to catch in my own two arms. Especially the kind they made in the 1990s. I know, because I’ve tried. It was in my early twenties, when I was working at a department store (whose name I won’t mention) selling t.v.s. A sales rep came in demonstrating his brand of TV. It was in a tall console. Well, he did something that made it start to slide forward, and I was right in front of it, while he was on the back end. Instinctively, I put out my arms to keep it from crashing to the floor, glass shattering everywhere. When I realized that wouldn’t work, I got down on one knee, still holding up my arms. It was slowly sliding down, my arms had slowed it, but it landed on my knee, and two of my male co-workers were there to grab it at that point.
One of them said, “Pam’s the hero of the day! I can’t believe you did that!”
Another said, “I would’ve just let it fall. How’s your knee?”
I was in shock. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, either. Yeah, my knee was a little sore. I think I did my best to catch it, worrying that letting it fall would result in glass from monitor hitting me in the face. I don’t know. I should’ve just run the other way. Because, to this day, my knee sometimes really aches, especially if I wear pretty shoes or high heels, and if the weather is damp. It’s not inevitable that it should ache, it was all from something stupid I did.
I normally, in social groups, sell this story as, “I have a bad knee because I once caught a t.v. on it.” And people look at me strangely, with sudden interest. Well, it’s true, I did.