Cliches become what they are due to the fact that they are overused. Overused right into the ground. Meaning exists no more. "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet." In the past week, this one has gained some actual meaning.
Saturday night I came downstairs to get a drink of water. I didn't turn the light on. I didn't notice that there was a reusable grocery bag on the stairs. I didn't catch myself after the bag acted as a treadmill and propelled me down the last few steps onto the tile floor. I didn't rejoice when the doctor told me I broke my kneecap.
As I sat at the park bemoaning my fate, I also didn't notice the Iraq vet/amputee sitting right next to me.
Say it with me: Jillian you are a jack ass of the highest order. Oy Vey! Now quit complaining!
