Glass Walls

Normally, I'm the observant one in the family. Sometimes too observant. Yesterday while wandering out of an underground shopping mall towards the metro I turned my head ever so slightly to consider the Coffee & Tea Kiosk to my right with a lovely display of tea pots. (ours is currently handle-less). In my interest in the tea pots, I failed to adequately notice that the "hallway" immediately to the left was the perfectly cleaned, unadorned glass walls of the Apple store. I turned too soon and ran SPLAT into the glass wall.

Momentarily stunned, my eyes focused enough to see the Apple Guy looking up from his computer and staring at me. The two chattering girls behind me had fallen into muffle silence, though that was very soon replaced by rollicking laughter. I, on the other hand, stumbled away from the wall and tried to not limp my way down the real passageway to the metro. I have a bruise on my leg and my eyebrow bone is sore to the touch, and a big imprint of my face was left on the glass. Fortunately, Kiev is a big city, I don't have an Apple, and am not likely to be there, or recognized by any of the witnesses, anytime soon.