the thing about rollerblading

(three things actually.) there are four things i always think of when i see someone rollerblading or hear about rollerblading (which surprisingly happens more often than you would think).
1. rachelle : she will never live down saying ONCE within my and mor's earshot that she wanted to start rollerblading. we love our schiz more than any other person we know, but this rollerblading comment will forever live in the "did she just say what i think she just said" hall of fame. (also in the hall is connie's comment on how thoughtful it was of the car manufacturers to put braille instructions on the steering wheel of may's expedition. classic.)
2. mor's joke : what's the hardest part of rollerblading? telling your parents you're gay. it gets a giggle out of me every single time. (not as loud a giggle as why did the little spanish girl go home and sleep with her boyfriend? because her teacher told her to do her essay! ahahaha!)
3. erica's fall from grace : being the cool cat she was her first year of school, big easy and her blades took on the corkscrew and lost. if i am correct in my recollection, she was thisclose to breaking her hip in the fall...? (sister? correct?) i think she just wanted to prove to our mother that her middle name should have been danger instead of yvonne.
4. mike lau and his megaphone : i was driving around with our beloved lau one sunny summer afternoon. we were just south of campus, right by liberty square, when we both happened to look up the same street at the exact moment a guy on rollerblades decided to get all fancy and try out a spin move. it did not work out for him and he fell. he fell hard. mike grabbed his megaphone and just began laughing into it. seriously one of the funniest things i have seen.
and these, my friends, are the only reasons i need to never ever strap on a pair of those joke-inducing inline skates. not that i ever wanted to rollerblade, mind.