I forgot that I bit it hard last night in the kitchen after a 14-hour Valentine’s Day* shift.
My elbow just started hurting and I was thinking, ‘hmmm how odd.’ And then I remembered they had just finished mopping the floor and I walked through to get some glasses to polish and boom. ON MY ASS.
Bruised elbow. Bruised ego.
(*Also, observing hundreds of random couples with different backgrounds and at different places in their relationship = fascinating.)