Larry
couldn’t believe it. There he was on the sidewalk, everyone gawking at him with
hushed giggles in the background. Larry actually did it. He slipped on a banana
peel and fell into the side of a garbage can. It was comedy gold at its best worthy
of The Three Stooges or Marx Brothers. He tried to get up but some of the
banana was still on his flat soled shoes so he slipped again and plopped down
onto his butt. Finally another business guy came over and helped Larry up off
the sidewalk.
“Are you
okay,” asked the stranger.
“I’m fine.
Just really embarrassed,” said Larry.
“Dude, that
was hilarious. I always thought it was just something from the cartoons or from
slapstick shtick but you did it man. You slid and fell and just bailed on that
banana peel,” said the stranger as he chuckled.
“Yeah.
Thanks,” said Larry.
He wiped
the remaining banana from his shoe on the sidewalk and saw that the crowd that
had so eagerly laughed at him had dispersed. The stranger was still next to
him.
“Are you
waiting for an encore,” growled Larry.
“No man.
Sorry,” said the stranger and he sulked off like his feelings were hurt.
Larry
checked his shoe and the banana goo was finally wiped clean. He looked around
the sidewalk for the offending banana peel but couldn’t find it. He wanted the
satisfaction of throwing it away for making him look like a buffoon. But he
couldn’t find it and it left him feeling very unsatisfied. He wanted to hurt
it; to take some sort of twisted revenge on it. He took a breath to collect
himself and tried to clear his head.
“It was
just an accident,” said Larry to himself as he started away from the scene of
his embarrassment. He started walking along the busy city street, still red in
the face from his mortification. He just couldn’t believe it really. He had
slipped on a banana peel. It just didn’t seem real. He thought the viscosity of
the banana peel against the concrete sidewalks wouldn’t be so slippery, but he
was wrong. It was his flat soled shoes that were the problem. They were nice
shoes but he was always slipping and sliding in them, especially when it
rained. But they went so nicely with the majority of his suits.
Larry
continued his walk toward his office building. He was an important man within
the firm and was starting to wonder if he should start taking the company car
into the office instead of having to walk through the streets from the train
station with wage slaves. The laughing wage slaves love it when a big wig gets
some comeuppance; especially the pratfall kind. Larry turned and crossed the
street oblivious to the warning cones in front of the building next door to
his. He heard someone shouting and then he noticed how dark it was getting. He
looked up.
Larry
blinked several times trying to adjust his eyes to the fluorescent light over
head. A woman came into his sightline. She was saying something but he really
couldn’t make it out. It was sort of muffled. He tried to say something but
realized he couldn’t move his jaw.
“Please,
try to take it easy Mr. Vickers,” said the woman, “This is going to be a little
hard to understand”.
“Hmmph,”
mumbled Larry.
“I don’t
know how much you remember, but you’ve been in a coma for about two weeks. You
see, you were hit, nearly crushed actually, by a falling piano,” said the
woman.
“HMMPH!?”
Larry tried
to turn his head but he felt a twinge of pain in his neck. He tried to sit up
but his body wouldn’t cooperate.
“Mr.
Vicker’s, I need you to relax. I’m Doctor Unger and I’m here to help you. This
has been a very serious injury and you’re incredibly lucky to be alive. In
fact, some of the other doctors were worried you’d come out looking like an
accordion, you know. like in the cartoons,” said Dr. Unger.
“Hmph,”
pouted Larry.
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