Don't Spill the Coffee

Well, my graceful self struck again. This is not that funny, but typical, so I'm sharing. Here's what happened. I returned home from some afternoon errand running today. I got out of my car, which I had parked in my apartment parking garage and took my Starbucks iced latte with me. I walked up to the door that allows me entry into the hallway leading to my apartment. Just as I was walking through the door, one of my neighbors was leaving. Unfortunately for me, he didn't leave fast enough. I walked around my neighbor slowly and then slipped on the polished concrete floor (it is raining today) and went down fast. This time rather than falling forward as I normally do, I fell backwards onto my hip, so that I landed with my body sprawled on the floor. Luckily the contents of my purse did not empty themselves, I didn't spill my coffee, and my back was to the neighbor. There was an awkward moment of silence as I sat on the floor (car payment plus shiny blue snakeskin boots unharmed - thank g-d [must credit Carla for term used to describe the boots]) . I'm guessing that the neighbor was trying to surpress laughter as I could not see him because my back was to him. Then he broke the silence with "Are you okay?" to which I responded with "It would make me feel better if you laughed, but I'm okay". I got up quickly and scampered away not wanting to face the neighbor.