The totally true story of how I broke my foot

Version 1

I was wearing a pair of fabulous two and a half inch mules when I arrived at the theatre to see Avengers: Age of Ultron. After getting my seat, I decided to visit the ladies’ room since the movie is 2+ hours long. As I was walking along the fully light, flat, main aisle leading to the exit, I rolled on my ankle and face-planted in front of the packed theatre. I broke my left foot and scraped my right knee. Apparently, I have been rejected by the Avengers.

Version 2

There I was, minding my own business while I went to see a movie, when the carpet in the theatre mistook me for Chuck Norris and tried to grab me from beneath my feet. I landed hard, breaking a foot and skinning my knee. But I fought back hard. I absolutely flattened that carpet. As far as I know, it’s still lying there, not moving, in too much pain to say a word. And I walked away. Maybe it wasn’t mistaken after all.

PS – in both versions, I stayed for the entire movie and didn’t go to the emergency room until after it was over, for I am a hard-core movie watcher. And stubborn.