Last night I was sitting at a stoplight on my way home from picking up a few essential groceries.
A group of teenagers walked past in the crosswalk. As they went by, one of them - a six foot tall young man - did a cartwheel, leading into a handspring, leading into a leap and a full forward flip.
It was a whole lot of motion, and I don't think I need to tell you I was impressed. I wanted to yell, "that was totally awesome!" to the kid. I didn't because I was a couple cars away from him by the time he landed, and I didn't think he'd hear me clearly.
I looked around, and the other motorists had the same old sour faces they'd been wearing before. Had they missed it? I don't think so. It's hard to ignore 6 feet of airborne teenager.
It's got to be bad when you're so grumpy that impromptu street-gymnastics can't even raise a smile. Here's hoping I never reach that point!