I walk the same path to/fro the park. I’d like to think that I don’t have a habit of shuffling or not raising my feet high enough for the next step. Or so I thought.

For you see, my fellow Lemmings, today was fraught with a danger undulating through the stone. “LOLseas is coming, lol, do it, now!”

The paver jumped up at least 3cm just in time for my boot to connect. I tripped, but didn’t fall. Onlookers quickly looked away as I let out a sad, but lengthy sigh. I know the nearest dog must’ve heard me.

The rest of the cobblestone path was a cakewalk.

  • snoons@lemmy.caEnglish
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    2 months ago

    Aye, the world is fraught with danger. If you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

      • snoons@lemmy.caEnglish
        2·
        2 months ago

        Aye, the world is fraught with danger. Flying is just falling, with style.

        • LOLseas@lemmy.zipOP
          2·
          2 months ago

          Aye, is why I joined a boat club, and some of the smelliest, bearded and weird ones sure did love saying, “aye aye” to falling with style into the deep… The rest of us either “aye’d” to stay afloat, or like me… I’d ayed to stay aground. *long sigh" aye, I was a sailor once. I’ve pitterpattered over many a medium, but the cobblestone kinderkopjes got to me. The Belgians got it wrong again. They’re “children’s cups”. Setts? Sounds choppy to my oars.