I got owned last night. My closet dropped me like a call on an AT&T cellie. Apparently I still put on my sweats like a 5 year old. I set them on the ground, put each foot in, grab the waist band. Then I squat down building tension. In a sudden move I burst sky ward extending my legs down and out the ankles of the sweat while I pull up on the waistband. It’s a flawless technique and has worked for years. Trouble is last night Ii did it in the middle of my closet door jamb and impaled my dome on a metal latch mid jump. Next thing I know I was laying on the ground with blood pouring out off my head. Is this it? Is this how it ends? This could be on CSI, I thought. No signs of forced entry, COD blunt force trauma. A mystery for the ages. I pulled my self together and turned away from the light. I type this with a knot on my head and a headache.
Not sure what you’ll find useful about this post. You probably just wasted 30 seconds of your life, and continue to waste time as you read me typing about you wasting time. I suppose you can try my technique for putting on pants and see if it works. And opposed to the saying, I don’t put my pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. I put them on two legs at a time. And now I put them on two legs at a time while wearing a helmet.
