[dropcap]I[/dropcap]’m walking to the end of the road to get the mail, and I see a bouncy-house in someone’s yard at the end of the street.
I look left. I look right. No one’s around.
I bounce like I’m five years old. I almost broke my knee trying to do a somersault.
“Excuse me sir,” she said. “Can I help you.”
She stood with her hands on her hips.
“No Ma’am,” I slid down the bouncy-slide. “No one can help me.”
I slid my boots on and wished the woman a Merry Christmas.
She did not reciprocate.