Yesterday as I left the podiatrist’s office, this Sex And The City scene immediately went through my head:
Samantha: I have a new sympathy for the disabled.
Carrie: What happened to you?
Samantha: Oh, I’m fine, I just fell into one of those hatches on the sidewalk. It was stupid.
Carrie: Oh my god, that’s my biggest fear. How did that happen?
Samantha: It was Smith’s fault. He did something to me that was so perverse. Ok, I’m just gonna say it. He tried to hold my hand.
Carrie: You mean to tell me that Smith is a hand-holder? And to think he once served us food.
Samantha: You laugh, but it’s part of a bigger problem. Do you know I didn’t fuck a single or a married guy the whole time Smith was out of town. And I’ll tell you something else. I missed him.
Carrie: Well, it sounds to me like he missed you too. Hence the deviant behavior. Like it or not, that little tadpole is wide open in there for you. Life’s short, you might wanna consider holding his hand.
Samantha: Yuck.
Yup … I don’t exactly have a broken toe, but I do have a stress fracture. And a soft cast and boot. Mine is even bigger than Samantha’s … and hellishly uncomfortable.
And after one day of commuting, I do have a new sympathy for the disabled.