I won't lie, I'm accident prone.
I prefer to think things accidentally slip from my hands, or that objects jump in front of me causing me to fall over.
But my Dad continues to disagree with me on that one.
Case in point Vegas.
Scene: Vegas, Night. The entire family --including my brother's parent's in law -- exit Caesars Palace shops, where I have just purchased a bottle of Diet Pepsi. The hot lights of The Strip are ablaze as we walk along the pavement and I slip down a tiny -- and by tiny I mean the inch high --ledge in the sidewalk, almost hurling myself into a bush.
Pepsi all over my top.
Did anyone see me? Not sure, apart from the gazillion other tourists I probably stickied with Pepsi as I swan dived. My family said nothing. I don't think it surprises them anymore than I have no center of gravity.
And that wasn't even my most spectacular falling over incident.