Heading out the door this morning, shoulders bearing the brunt of upcoming day in a bulging backpack, arms carrying curbside recycling, one hand holding a paper bag that threatens to rip from the weight of the wine bottles within, other hand holding a paper bag that threatens to burst from the density of newspapers within, feet stepping onto the welcome mat, body bracing the storm door ajar, forearm pressing the bag of paper against body, freed hand shutting the front door.
Stepping away from the front door, failing to move. Realizing backpack’s cordage is caught on storm door’s internal door handle, jostling backpack blindly in attempt to free self from door handle, failing to move. Continuing to jostle backpack, stepping away, failing to move. Defying logical solution to put down paper bags to manually free self from door.
Losing grip on bag of paper. Bending knees to force bag of paper against body. Dropping bag of paper. Dropping bag of wine bottles. Falling backwards. Hanging from backpack attached to storm door handle. Crashing to ground as backpack cordage magically detaches from storm door handle.
Checking sheepishly for witnesses. Freeing self from backpack shoulder straps. Standing. Gathering spilled paper. Gathering wine bottles. Picking up paper bags. Walking to curb. Depositing bags in curbside bins. Recycling.
