It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a bolt of fabric

A few days ago, I was tidying up my fabric department when I heard a thud followed by a series of thuds. I looked over at the wall that contains three shelves of fabric and found a whole section empty. On the floor was a pile of pink floral fabrics. I walked over and found a lady rubbing her head. Evidently the fabric had fallen on her head. I asked her if she was okay and she gave a hesitating, "yeah." She then told me she had once been hit in the head with a fan. I guess the puzzled look on my face encouraged her to continue. She said she was sitting at a play, and something came loose, and a fan fell on her head. Sixteen staples later, she was all back together. I think my favorite part of the story was when she said, "so now I tend to be a little more aware of things above me." I would say so. I think if I got hit in the head with a ceiling fan I would walk around with a helmet on my head.