Stairs Are Not My Friend.

I never had a problem with stairs until I went to college. My sophomore year a few of my guy friends threw huge parties every weekend. I went EVERY weekend. I got to know the people there pretty well. Because their house was constantly filled by drunken 19 year olds it was always in shambles. One night I was walking down to their basement during one of their parties. I was talking to my friend who was walking behind me so I was not really paying attention to what what ahead of me. All of a sudden, when I took my next step, there was a big whole! I fell STRAIGHT through the stairs. Someone had removed the plan of what used to be a stair! Literally the entire party stopped. It was similar to when there i music playing and the dj stops a record and it makes that rewind and pause sound. I had no idea how I had gotten from the stairs to the floor so fast. I was stunned. I felt like everyone was staring. Then one girl looks at me and says "here you go....you dropped your phone." At least everyone was nice about it.