I loaded up a plate of pie, cake, and cookies in hopes to bring it home to my wife. On the way home I rode my skateboard holding the plate with another plate on top. I went down the hill I've bombed many many times. Well this time I ate shit. I got to the bottom and had to cross a road. A car was coming half a block away and I thought, no thing I'll cruise across with enough time. As I got half way across the street I hit some what felt like gravel my board started the death wobble and I went flying hitting the pavement bringing the pie and everything with me. In mid fall I knew I was fucked and chucked it. As I got up I had a line of cars 4 to 5. With their lights on me. I did a little bow with a swirling hand jester picked up my skateboard and threw it across the rest of the road. I was pissed. I had sweets smeared on me and my pride hurt. What a wonderful ending after a nine and a half hour shift. Can't wait to go back. Luckily I wasn't physically hurt much, but goddamn my pride was hurt.
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