It shouldn’t have been hard to miss, but Jeremy still managed.
The garish rug stretched across the department store floor, covering the power cord for the string of lights coiled around the Christmas Tree.
“Didn’t you see the sign?” The shop attendant asked, pointing to the A4 cartridge paper stuck to the wall, emblazoned with the words WATCH YOUR STEP in bold Ariel font.
Jeremy gathered himself up off the floor. He eyed the girl in the festive elf dress behind the counter as he dusted imaginary dirt from his ugly sweater.
“I’ve always been pretty good at falling over things most people don’t,” Jeremy said.
“Strange thing to be proud of,” the elf girl said with a shrug. Her name tag read ‘Bianca’.
“We all have our talents.”