My wrist injury just leveled up in the most cinematic, "you-can't-make-this-up" way possible.
I was leaving the market with my mangoes when I crossed paths with a guy who was 100% committed to his phone and 0% to gravity. He was juggling his screen in one hand and—I kid you not—a massive jackfruit in the other.
Suddenly, he hit a literal banana peel. In a frantic attempt to stabilize, he launched the jackfruit onto my foot and death-gripped my recovering right wrist like a life raft.
The Result:
Mangoes: Smashed.
Leg: Swelling like a balloon.
Wrist: Recovery officially reset to zero.
Someone cue the dramatic slow-motion music, because I’ve officially reached peak "main character" energy—the tragic kind.
I myself wrote this much with great difficulty....
