Notes on gravity and all things science…or not. When at the end of an arduous day, there is a bench in the hotel foyer which looks as if it is meant to be sat on…and under the end corner, where the padded section of the bench lies, there is actually only air…and one is quite tired, spent really…and one sits down on padded air…suddenly! Wham!
Hitting the floor with panache…
The owner or manager comes running speedily around the corner. The desk clerk comes running from behind the counter. A guest with a large and curious dog comes running from the breakfast room. A couple entering the hotel at that very moment note that I am seated on the floor waiting to greet them.
The owner helps me up. The desk clerk, guest with large and curious dog and the newly greeted additional guests disappear fairly swiftly and quietly.
I’m fine. I’m fine. Now, I am going swimming…
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