Most Embarrassing Moments in Paris – Part 4

This embarrassing moment (from my first trip to Paris) is hard to beat…
Four a.m. must be the witching hour for me in this place. My second night, I woke up around that time and went downstairs to smoke a cigarette.

When I was done, I stopped off at the front desk and asked for bottled waters and extra towels.

My arms were loaded up–towels on bottom, the waters on top. The lift had been working the first night, but it was broken that second night, so I used the stairs.
No biggie. It was a winding, red-carpeted staircase, and my room was only on the fifth floor.

But when I reached that floor, I (somehow) missed the top step and tripped. The bottles flew out of my arms, and one of them rolled down the staircase.
Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk. Kerplunk.

That was all I heard for a full minute as the bottle rolled stair by stair by stair…all the way down the staircase…all the way to the ground floor…where the bottle then rolled to a stop in some unknown location.

The staircase I used to reach my room the night the lift was broken.

I cringed and looked down the small center shaft. Two confused eyes peered up at me–they belonged to the concierge, who had stuck his head inside the stairwell and was looking up in total, stark confusion.
SOOOOOO FREAKING EMBARRASSING!!!
MENTAL NOTE: What’s the French word for “loser”? Whatever it is, these people probably think it every time they see me.

-Notes from my first trip to Paris (November 2011)