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I finally picked out my bag of chips-barbecue, tasty, and
easily beatable by mint. That settled, I reached in my back pocket
for my cell phone to let Spoony know I was on my way. Darn. Left it
in my ROTC uniform. So I set my duffel bag on the floor, squatted
down to unzip it, the bag of chips tucked under my arm. At the
moment the duffel was open, the lady with the beer stepped
backward, accidentally bumping me, knocking me off balance.
Actually, she didn't really bump me. She tripped over me. I thrust
one hand down on the floor to save myself from a nasty face-plant,
sending the bag of chips up the aisle, while she toppled over, slowly,
trying to catch her balance, but failing and falling half on me and
half on the floor. The bottle she was holding shattered, sudsy beer
splattering everywhere.