[Interior: Postmodern tech-company building with central spiral staircase]
Harold, our intrepid protagonist walks down one flight of stairs, three individual 90-degree spiralled segments, to the floor below. He carries a sheet of paper containing the candidate’s resumé in one hand, a water-filled tupperware cup in the other. He looks off the the right, then suddenly finds himself falling down the stairs, landing on his left side, most of the impact on his left shin & ankle. His left hand is numb.
Water spills everywhere on the stairs.
The foyer of the building is full of people
Harold: “S$^t!”
Girl: “Are you okay man”
Harold: [shakes left hand]. “murmph”
Lisa: “Are you okay, Harold?”
Harold: “Yeah…”
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My pride is bruised, and I’m sure my ankle will be tomorrow. You’d think I’d WATCH WHERE I WAS GOING!!