<b>customer ser­vice rep:</b> okay… I just hit my­self with the bath­room door…
<b>sales manager:</b> you’re just ac­ci­dent prone, aren’t you?
<b>cs:</b> yeah, on a dai­ly ba­sis.
<b>sm:</b> I think my fa­vorite was when you messed up your toe and blamed jane* for leav­ing the fil­ing draw­er open.
<b>cs:</b> that was all jane’s fault! She knows I don’t look down!
<b>sm:</b> did­n’t your par­ents teach you to look where you’re go­ing?
<b>cs:</b> yes, I look ahead of me, in case I walk in­to a tree or some­thing. Why would I look down?
<b>sm:</b> what if you fall down an open man­hole?
<b>cs:</b> where are there man­holes?
<b>sm:</b> I for­got, you did­n’t grow up in brook­lyn. We did­n’t have trees, but we were very con­cerned about open man­holes.

Fort Mill, SC