Notes on gravity and all things science…or not: when at the end of a long day, there is a bench in the hotel foyer which looks as if it is meant to be sat on…and under the end padded section of the bench, there is actually only air…and one is really tired…and one sits down on padded air…suddenly…wham! The floor is breached with panache and gumption.
The owner of the hotel comes running. The desk clerk comes running. A guest with a large dog comes running. A couple just entering the hotel observes that I am seated on the floor waiting to greet them.
The owner helped me up. The desk clerk, guest with dog, the couple…and others lingering in the area all slowly disappeared.
I’m fine.
Now, I’m going swimming. Wish me luck.
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