The stupidest thing I ever did was to buy some rollerblades the day I turned 40. Completely cured me of any and all mid-life crises I might have harbored during the next decade and a half. That pavement comes up a lot faster now than it did when I was 18, and no matter where I was wearing pads, it wasn’t what hit the pavement first.
This guy, standing in line at Starbucks, is way stupider than I was. But he was actually quite good on his blades. I wonder if mine still fit?
Off for my 12 mile bicycle ride.
I feel your pain and, in the past, have felt that pain quite literally.
If I ever encounter Shylock and he demands a pound of flesh, I have nothing to worry about. I’ll just direct him to The Fens in Boston where he can gather up what I owe him out of the pavement. I’m sure there’s at least a pound of me still there, all thanks to rollerblades.