Writing exercise for use of senses

I had to randomly draw three cards (depicting a sense) and create a story around them.

Isn't it funny how the most random things can define your day?  A purple lollipop.  I used to love going to the bank with my mom because I would get a lollipop from the bank teller.  That made it a good day.  Not today.  Today a purple lollipop is absolute proof that it's a rotten day.  Why?  Well, this lollipop was unwrapped and melting on the hot sidewalk.  My shoe landed squarely in the sticky mess making me walk out of said shoe and tripping.  No, tripping is much more graceful than what I did.  Imagine you have spent months preparing for a meeting.  A meeting that could change your entire life.  You wake up that day nervous, but ready.  You've had your outfit picked out for months.  You have a folder professionally put together for each attendee.  Your power suit is pressed and ready.  Your power point is prepared and your presentation can be done in your sleep.  You are a half an hour earlier than reasonably early because you don't want to leave anything to chance.  And then less than twenty feet from the door you step on the lollipop, your shoe sticks, your foot catches and your perfect folder go flying from your arms onto to the steps leading up to the front doors of the building.  Because steps don't catch folders so gracefully they commence to tumble back down.  Their journey not only obliterates the perfect order you invested so much care into, but it also sends some tumbling over your now prone body, adding insult to injury.  Your coffee spills not only on the closest folders, but on you.  So, no, not tripping.  Something much much worse.  What's the word for that?

So, the world being the loving, gentle place that it is, I had nothing to worry about, right?  My white knight was just around the corner ready to gently help me to my feet, inspect any cuts and bruises, put the folders back together and reassure me that things were not nearly as bad as I feared.  Wrong.  No, as I attempted to get into a sitting position and inspected my now sprained ankle, the closest thing that I got to acknowledgment was someone commenting on not so trim figure.  I think he offered to give me directions to the Jenny Craig Center.

I was embarrassed about falling.  And now, thanks to Mr. Chivalry I was embarrassed about my weight.  I was horrified about my presentation.  How many folders were salvageable?  What would I do about my ruined outfit?  How will I get up those stairs on a sprained ankle?  But then, ah, the sound of Marcie's feet.  Have you noticed that in certain circumstances you can recognize someone just by the sound of their walking?  Marcie always wears high heels so it's kind of a click, clack, click, clack.  But something about her walk is almost musical.  Or maybe it's just because there is something about her that makes things better so I associate the sound of her approach to be something uplifting.  Whatever the case, I know that although a purple lollipop can derail my plans, it has not yet seen the force that is Marcie.  My day is about to get back on track.  Everything will be okay.