When I hit the box I went down like a rock. I ended up cutting my arm and had to go out in the store and buy some of the super jumbo Band-Aids.
Other than my arm I scraped up one of my knees. All in all though I really wasn't hurt. I think my pride took the biggest hit.
The day really didn't get better after that. I had to deal with an employee with a major attitude problem who doesn't get how it works. Apparently after I left the father called the store wanting a meeting with the boss to straighten this out. Let me just say here that this is not a minor child, this is an adult we're talking about. I use the term loosely because while her age makes her an adult, she has the maturity of a spoiled teenager. I honestly hate dealing with this kind of crap.