Oh, the shame!

Usually, when you start your day by tripping and almost falling flat on your face, things are bound to go downhill from there, right?
I woke up this morning feeling better than I had the night before. My cold seemed to be under control thanks to an intensive home treatment plan I had executed before going to bed, and I felt like everything in the world was going to be all right. 
A few minutes later, as I walked up the stairs to the kitchen to grab my bowl of cereal just like Rebecca Black, my slipper got caught on a step and I was sent hurtling into space like a poorly launched rocket. I shudder when I imagine the expression I must have had on my face. I tried to keep my balance but to no avail - in less than a second, I was on my hands and knees, my mind reeling from the fall that was probably heard in the next-door neighbour's basement. Oh, and did I mention all of this happened in front of onlookers? Yes, dear reader. It was embarrassing.
My elbows and knees ached like a bitch but I just got up and tried to act like nothing had happened, my usual reaction to public mishaps. At worst, I carry on without a word, but I thought this occasion warranted some kind of expression of surprise/shock. Needless to say, the incident didn't do my ego any good.
The situation reminded me of several other embarrassing moments I've had before. One time I walked 15 minutes to school in jeans that still had the size label attached. I'm now convinced half the town knows what size jeans I wear and is conspiring to ensure it's never available.
Yes, I've had my fair share of embarrassing moments. I wouldn't be me if I didn't regularly get myself in awkward situations. So if you're ever around me, I'm gonna warn you right now...