If we’re walking together, just know I’ll definitely bump into you because I can’t walk in a straight line.

A guy in the parking lot saw me trip over my own feet so I yelled to him “I just quantum leaped into this body!”

Nothing humbles you faster than your phone slipping out of your hand and hitting your face.

I used to be so graceful, now I am like a puppy with a box stuck on her head.

Sometimes your ankle takes a vacation while you’re walking.

We’ve all at least once caught our toes when putting on our knickers and jumped around the room like idiots.

She’s got style. She’s got grace. She dropped her cellphone on her face. She’s a lady.

A two-step guide to warning someone not to hit their head: 1. Wait until they’ve hit their head. 2. Say “Ooh, mind your head!”

When the Olympics finally introduces the event “Dropping your phone and very nearly catching it but not quite” then you’ll all see me shine.

I would never be comfortable delivering a baby. I can’t even remove an avocado pit without dropping it.

We’d never met, or even spoken, but I could tell just from gazing into her pale blue eyes I had stepped on her toe.

Through repetition and sheer will I’ve mastered gracefully falling on my head.

Not to brag, but I can trip over things that aren’t even there!

Summer is the best because there’s always a chance I’ll see someone trip on their own flip flop.