epidemic or another one bites the dust

There's something going around in my office right now. It's not a cold or the flu. Forget the Year of the Ox. This is the Year of the Fall.

First, Bbaker slid down stairs in her apartment building.

Then, Kansas twisted and shouted in front of the subway turnstile.

Next, my ass kissed the icy sidewalk.

Faith wiped out near the stage door.

And, now Isaac, inadvertently unleashed his inner sitcom leading lady.

To paraphrase Seinfeld... what's happening here!

Bbaker and I have been warning the others to take care and watch out for themselves, because they're next. And then we'll have an office full of sore selves.

And let this stand as a warning for the rest of you. Where ever there is black ice, your butt may be in for a meeting. Where ever there is a frozen snow patch, you may be doing the slip and slid on it. Be careful. It's out to get everyone.