Ah...memories...I had the "didn't set the handbrake" on my car once, too. Unfortunately, when it began to roll...I tried to get back in it to stop it. I managed to do it...but not without a tad bit of injury to the leg that *didn't* get back in the car in time. It didn't hit anything (the car, not the leg) and I was *so* grateful my husband hadn't witnessed it. He would have...remarked.
That also reminds me of what in my family is called "the escalator incident." JUST AS I SAID "make certain you have *both* feet on the stair!" to my youngest daughter, she managed to plant both feet firmly...on the crack between two stairs. She went over backwards. I caught her, screaming for my husband not to let her fall...not realizing that I had one foot on the escalator...and the other on the floor. My feet promptly went into two different zip codes before somebody hit the kill switch on the escalator. My daughter, thankfully, wasn't injured.
I...was.
I still haven't gotten over my fear of escalators. Interestingly enough, I did fight it some at a webmaster convention with the help of Mark Tierra, if memory serves correctly on the gentleman's name. We fought a couple of phobias together.
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