While T visited, we ate out for lunch at a sandwich/po-boy shop a few blocks from the house. We ate at a round table near the coolers where the varying drinks wait for purchase. Larien sat, eating her sandwich (grilled cheese, no soup), with one foot to the side of the chair.
A young man grabbed a soda, did a quick turn, and tripped over Larien's out-stretched foot.
"Oh, excuse me," he offered as he touched her shoulder ensuring that she was unhurt.
"Thank you," she replied.
I explained to her that she should sit with both her feet forward to keep people from tripping on her.
To that, she commented, "It was him who wasn't paying attention."
T and I laughed with too much mirth to make any response.
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