hilarity

I walked, hard, into a parking meter last night.

There's an apartment on Somerset Street where the main character of my book lives, on the north side of the street, and when I was walking by it, I slowed to take in whatever details I could but kept inching forward.

And off course. Because I turned around too late to avoid the parking meter, which, I will have you know, is placed at the exact right height to hit someone who is 5'8" in her boots directly in the right tit.

I hit it hard enough that my arms went out and kind of around it, like I might give it a big ol' smooch. I hit it hard enough that it made a loud noise, like spppproooooingggggg and I made a loud noise, like huuuuuuuf.

And then we both went our separate ways, though I could not stand up straight for a half block because I was laughing too hard in fits and hysterical giggles and besides, holding my boob.