I hate that feeling after you nearly die on a sheet of ice. Say, in a parking lot.
Just speaking hypothetically, of course.
Not the feeling when the pain starts sinking in, no.
Right after all your limbs spontaneously flip into the air.
Right after you land with a thud and an expletive.
You have to skitter back up to an upright position, somehow.
A foot may still be straying out from under you here and there.
And you look around to see if anyone else saw it happen.
There it is, eye contact.
That feeling, right there.
Genuinely hate that.
It’s finally cold in Alabama. I’m not coping well.