I am champion faller. If there’s a moist leaf, or perhaps a really dark shadow on the sidewalk, chances are I will take a header over it. My most inglorious public tumble was off a curb, onto all fours, into the path of a bus.  I popped up in front of the 61C and declared myself: “Fine, I’m fine!” and waved my bloody palms at the bus driver. Since this was back in the day, way back, when I used to wear stockings, like a real girl, the hose were rent into tatters, tatters which my scabbing knees furiously knit into the fresh abrasions on the ride from the Northside to Downtown.   Standing on Smithfield Street waiting for my next bus (oh yes, those were the days) with remnants of my nylon flapping like Tibetan prayer flags, the blood from my skinned knees running in squiggly rivulets down my calves and into my shoes, I looked as though I had been attacked by a mountain lion on the streets of downtown Pittsburgh. Alarmed glances from passersby inspired me to hiss: “I FELL, okay? I fell!” Ahhh… good times, eh? Below is a homage to arabesques and pirouettes of the human form as it suddenly and violently succumbs to the will of our maleficent and ever present overlord, Gravity.
          Of the above, the font used for the text Hazardous Terrain wins the prize for carrying the theme of crumbling earth. Floors are Slippery wins for Most Relaxed Person experiencing a calamity and Footing can be Dangerous wins for least hope of survival since that person is  apparently heading arse first over a cliff.

And finally a warning for the foppish! Being a Dandy can Dangerous.

AND DON’T FORGET TO:

Thank you to whoever yarn bombed* the telephone poles in my neighborhood! Lovely, and it has definitely inspired me to cast a ballot.

*Yarn bombing: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yarn_bombing

Credits
Thanks Karen for the No Climbing sign, Bill for the Watch Your Step (though maybe it should say Watch Our Steps,  since they look slippy and sharp to me), and Gil for Check for Loose Clothing.

CJ