Thanks for sharing that, Skip. After I stopped banging my head against the wall, I found myself wanting the kid's ice cream cone to break, the ice cream to fall, trip him, and, well, get run over by a Segway. The ice cream, not the kid.
Thanks for sharing that, Skip. After I stopped banging my head against the wall, I found myself wanting the kid's ice cream cone to break, the ice cream to fall, trip him, and, well, get run over by a Segway. The ice cream, not the kid.