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"Don't forget to buy all the knee pads and elbow pads when you buy your rollerblades."
"No way, I don't want to look like a fool."
"Well you wear your helment when you bike ride."
"Ya but that's quite a ways to fall so that makes sense."
"Honey, promise me that you'll wear all the safety stuff when you go out."
"No way."
"You don't want to break a leg because of your pride."
"Ok, dear. Don't worry."
Of course I said this knowing full well that'd I shortly take them out for a spin without any protection. Besides, I wanted to look cool. Can you tell what's going to happen? Let's just say....at this very moment, I'm swallowing my pride. The bloody knees help.
Anyway, I'm pushing a stroller through the neighborhood just to get the feel for them. I went through an area where they're building new houses when I stop to catch my breath. I think sweet thoughts while enjoying the heat when all of a sudden, I somehow run over a rock. The rock that brought me down. It got wedged inbetween the wheels stopping them, throwing me forward. Feet stayed still, body flung forward. It wasn't good. Spirited toddler began clapping when I hear the Vietnamese man. His accent is so thick but I can tell he's concerned. He suggests I come in so he can wash my bloody knees. I quickly say I'm alright and no thank you but I appreciated the concern. He actually said, "You should wearn pads on your knees." I thought I'd cry from pain and embarassment. I picked myself up, tucked my tail in and slowly rolled home wondering how I would tell cute hubby. I decided honesty was the best policy. So I tried to come up with a good "honest" answer. Well, he knew just by the look on my face and my bandaged knee what I had done.
"Are you going to wear all the safety equipment now?"
"Maybe"
"Girl, your stubborness will kill you one day."
"Do you really think I could die from rollerblading"
"You?, yes"
