A recent email exchange, between me and a friend who teaches at a police academy.
Me: “…and yet another footchase wherein I trip and end up in the damned hospital. That keeps happening. I gotta either rethink this whole footchase thing or get some new boots, I’m not sure which.”
Then Him: “New boots don’t fix clumsy.”
Then Me again: “I’ll have you know I had another foot chase two nights ago. I chased his ass all over Walnut, caught him, and didn’t fall once! Small victories, baby, small victories.”
Then Him again: “Hey can’t lose them all.”
Man, with friends like this….