North Maple Rag

In the past two days, I've seen two fairly embarrassing things happen to other people. First, when I was at the gym, I saw a girl fly off of the treadmill (she screamed, it was horrible). Today, the chair one of my friends was sitting on in criminal law broke and he tumbled into the aisle (this was much less worse than the treadmill incident -- our class is pretty friendly). Both times, much as I hate to admit it, I chuckled. My mirth, however, was followed by a deep sense of fear: that could've been me. That fear was followed by overwhelming certainty: someday, that will be me.

So, I'm headed to the gym now. In all likelihood, I'll return with bruises.