Ladies, my problem is that I can face plant quite easily and I gracefully without reason, so heaven knows I don’t need anything to booster my “wipe out” count! I was in college in the early ‘70’s,, am 5’2”, and have the grace of a one-legged ostrich. One of my favorites is a little incident my first week of college as a freshman. My sociology class was in the Ag building. We were all still wearing dresses to class at the time. Very, very short dresses. The front of the building had steps going up sideways to a big landing with a railing, and then the big steps that went up directly toward the front of the building. The Ag boys would lean against the railing to check out all the girls going up the steps. As I left class and headed down the steps, I somehow ended up falling down them. At the bottom of the steps, I find my dress up around my waist which I quickly pull down. As I was mustering the courage to get up and walk away with not a sliver of dignity left, a “big ol’ boy” with a toothpick in his mouth, his boots and cowboy hat, big buckle, came sauntering over. He looked at me, and politely said (trying to hold back his huge guffaws!) “Ya okay, ya little heifer?” My embarrassment quickly became gut laughing. Let’s just say, nothing embarrasses me after that.