Spooking horse

I let my horsemanship skills down and received a poll to my hip.
That’s right, a poll to the hip.
I was feeding my mares, Sprite and Tessa, when I startled 20-year-old Sprite by rushing by her on my way to a cocktail party.
You see, I was in a hurry to accomplish very task of equine-care I could in the shortest amount of time, so I could make it to a ‘meet and greet’ cocktail party at a convention for work. Lucky for me, it was in my hometown, and I could attend.