Thankfully, my beloved chicken leg was unharmed

After a grueling morning of KPIs and meetings, I dragged my weary self to the bento shop during lunch to join the queue. I ordered my favorite fried chicken leg bento, and when I received it, the lid wouldn't even close because the fried chicken leg was so huge! As I marveled at the owner's generosity and happily walked out of the shop with my bento, I was so elated and light-footed that I accidentally stumbled on the roadside steps— "Ahhh—!" I executed a dramatic 360-degree mid-air maneuver to protect my meal, and ended up crashing hard onto the ground. Yet, my bento remained perfectly level in my hands, not a single grain of rice spilled! The customers at the next table were stunned, and the owner rushed out from the kitchen to check: "Sir! Are you okay? Is the bento alright?" Sitting on the ground, enduring the pain all over my body, I held back tears, raised the bento high, and managed an awkward yet resilient smile: "I'm fine... the chicken leg is still here... this is today's greatest fortune..." 💡 Today's realization: A middle-aged man's pride can be broken, but his delicious chicken leg must never hit the ground. 💥 Fall rating: ★★★★☆ 🍗 Chicken leg defense rating: ★★★★★ ❓ Can this kind of 'human-body-protects-bento' stunt be considered an extreme sport for office workers?