An Interesting (To Us) Parallel

Getting ready for town on Monday, I heard my phone buzz with a text. It was The Pony sharing an experience at work.

"I almost pulled a YOU!!! Dead bird. Caught myself just in time."

"Don't follow in my footsteps! Repeatedly..."

Let the record show that when The Pony was a young 'un, riding the school bus from Newmentia over to Basementia to join Genius and I after school, there was an incident which turned into "Groundhog Day" for Mrs. HM. 

Upon walking out to T-Hoe in the parking lot, I stepped on something. It made a CRUNCH. Both boys bent over to inspect the dead leaves where I was walking. I had stepped on a dead bird! The very thought was sickening, having felt the crunch underfoot. Even worse was a repeat of the incident over several days. Many days. I don't know how that dead bird kept getting in line with my stride toward different parking spaces! It was a great joke for the boys every time they heard the CRUNCH. Not so much for Mrs. HM.

Anyhoo... while driving to town, I heard another text. I figured it was The Pony responding to what I said. Imagine my chagrin when I had time to open the text, and saw

"Dang it! I fell a few minutes after that! I'll be fine. Just. Grrrrrr. *It's always the knees!!!*"

Poor Pony. At least this fall was emotionally cushioned by that big pile of cash from his Christmas Eve casino jackpot. Even Steven's gotta even.