Here's the Stor-ee

Pattie and I were going to a craft fair at 9 AM - any later would make it difficult to even move through the aisles. I was afraid I'd be late meeting her and I'd forgotten something. I rushed back to the front porch and lost my balance.

I grabbed a supporting beam that "went" from the small porch roof to the building. The beam broke off from the building and I fell, but I didn't fall fast enough - the beam smacked me in the right eye.

So - no it wasn't a bar brawl. But that would have been a better storrrrr-eeeeee.