You'll probably be laughing at me after you read this embarassing tale.

I was walking, not running, to the bus stop near my house yesterday for the movies.
I decided to go on the less-snowy route; friction being less here, I quickly slipped and fell.
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My palm was burning but I didn't see any damage.
I reached the bus stop, looked down at my shirt, and witnessed bloodstains on my pants.
I was amazed and I quickly sought the evidence of the whereabouts of the stains; my right thumb.
Oh, so there was damage...
I noticed that I forgot to bring my gloves and I also realized that if I had my gloves, I wouldn't have to go back home and change in another pair of pants.
I went back home, changed, brought my gloves, and reached the bus in time.

I hate ice.