As I walked the dogs last night (since this is what I do a good portion of the time, this is usually how my stories begin) I saw a very inebriated woman coming towards us.
It was 11:30pm.
She was stumbling and weaving as she came down the road. I pulled the dogs close to me - they don't like it when people make sudden movements as drunks are apt to do. Just as she was almost upon us, she tripped on a dip in the sidewalk and fell in the bushes.
Fell into the bushes. All that I could see of her was her arm holding her purse and both feet from the ankle to toe with her high heeled shoes dangling precariously. The dogs went mental. I reigned them in and carried on after she extracted herself from the bushes. She brushed herself off and carried on.
I imagine that wasn't her first bush.