For those readers that don't know, I design marketing materials for our regional bikeways. From time to time, I'll go out and take photos of folks using the trails. A couple of years ago, I was fortunate enough to come across this gentleman riding his bike (pictured above). I was excited to take his picture for our materials. He agreed to be photographed, so we set up the shot. To make a long story a little shorter... I had to apologize to him because we'd gone to some effort to set up the shot, and after only a couple of pics, my batteries died! So I approached him and without thinking said to him, "I'm so sorry, my batteries are on their last leg... - insert awkward pause - ... so to speak." (For your information, saying "so to speak" in this situation only serves to accentuate an already embarrassing faux pas.) Since then, I've gotten a little mileage out of that story, mostly at my expense, as I'm an idiot, being highly prone to Freudian slips.Last night Karma stepped in to do its thing. Libby on her bike, Lexie on her scooter and I with my dog Brownie on her leash, hit the bike trail. I was going to run 3 miles and hope the girls could keep up, and for the most part it went well. Except... We hadn't been on the trail too long before we spotted a biker coming our way. Lo and behold, it was my friend from the ill-fated photo shoot 2 years before! So as he approached I gave him a big wave with the hand not holding the leash. As I did, the hand with the leash jolted straight down. Brownie, having been frightened by the biker for reasons known only to her, ran right between my legs and I unceremoniously wiped out - complete with road-rash.
Don't ask me to tell this story again - I'm afraid of what might happen next...
