Full admission; moments after cleaning my floor I was too impatient to let it completely dry and both of my feet flew out from underneath me as if I were kicked by a gargantuan foot.
I grappled the wall briefly with one hand, for a nanosecond, but instead of gaining a foothold, I did much like a Hanna Barbera characters' running cycle, then I butt blasted the floor. Did it make me somehow speed up?
My hand instinctively let go of the wall to perhaps assist with the upcoming ground, unfortunately the top/rim of the trash can was between it and the floor!
My butt meats have recovered, my butt bones and tag along ribs are a little shaken up and confused at all this, but ooooh it looks like my left palm is going to be a little grumpy for a few hours 😕
Side note: I successfully did not slip on any ice this entire fall/winter!
