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.