I was about to sit down on my hammock on the roof deck yesterday. But something caught my eye.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I walked over to the railing and looked down at my neighbor’s roof. And there it was. Plain as day.
On their roof.
It’s white with gray foot brackets and a red stripe.
And it’s on their roof.
This blew my mind.
Because… how the hell did it get there?
I looked up at the sky. For what, I don’t know.
A skier, maybe?
Do skis ever just fall out of airplanes?
Shit, that’s scary.
Okay, what about an eagle or something. Are they big enough to pick up a ski? Like to build a giant nest out of?
That’s kinda scary too, actually.
And what happened to the other ski?
Is it still falling?
I guess I’ll never know. But one thing’s for sure.
I’m wearing a helmet from now on.