Antique place

So, this happened about a week ago, and my leg is still in a cast. I'm an antique dealer, and my shop is my pride and joy. I specialize in rare vintage furniture and small treasures that have stories older than the buildings around here. Anyway, last week, I got this stunning 200-year-old mahogany desk at an estate sale. It was heavy as sin, but I was determined to move it into my shop on my own because, well, "I can handle it" (famous last words).

I had just gotten the desk onto a dolly and was maneuvering it up the small ramp into my shop when the dolly wheel hit a crack in the pavement. The whole thing tipped forward, and in a split-second panic to save the desk (and probably my wallet), I lunged to stop it from falling. Instead of catching it, the weight of the desk pushed me off balance, sending me flying. I landed hard, and the desk landed on my leg. ?

Cue the most excruciating pain I’ve ever felt. A lovely passerby called an ambulance, and it turns out I managed to break both my tibia and fibula. The ER doctor told me I must have gone “all in” trying to save that desk. Spoiler: the desk survived with just a small scratch. My dignity? Not so much.

Here’s the kicker—I still had to open my shop the next day because I had a few loyal clients coming in to check out some pieces. So, I hobbled in on crutches with my leg in a giant green cast (because if you’re going to break bones, at least make it a statement piece, right?). My clients were super sweet and even helped move a few items for me. One of them joked, “You’re the real antique now!”