Priority Check
The parking lot right beside where I work has no convenient gate to my building. You can either go the long way around to a break in the fence, or you can step up and through a railing to a driveway that's about two feet higher than the parking lot. Like this:
I didn't duck low enough today and my basckpack caught on the upper bar of the railing. I stumbled, cracking my left ankle against the lower bar, scraping my right knee and landing on my hands.
But I somehow managed to set my Tim Horton's coffee down without spilling any.
I know what's important.