Klutz chronicles, continued
On the way out of the subway to Port Authority and the airport bus Friday, I somehow got caught in the turnstile. Eventually I managed to push my bag out, squish myself through the space between the turnstile and its side, and make the bus and not miss my flight.
In the grocery store today, I was peering up at the organic soup box to see the calorie count, and somehow knocked it to the floor where it broke and spilled out. A clerk stocking shelves nearby came with a mop. I offered to pay for it since it was entirely my fault they could no longer sell this box of soup, but the manager said it was OK. I'm in there all the time.