Bless Your Heart

All Girls Skate

Tonight after work and dinner, my mom, Morgan and I went roller skating at a local rink the next town over. We pulled in right behind a dump truck that produced a man and 3 teenage girls from the cab. Are there no other vehicles at their house? With gas prices the way they are I can’t imagine that’s the best way to travel right now.

Anyway, I haven’t skated in at least 10 years. Neither has my mom, and I think Morgan’s maybe skated 2 or 3 times. So lacing up and hitting the floor was quite a sight. My mom rolls off like Dorothy Hamill or something, like she was born on wheels. Morgan was glued to the wall for a while, then finally got the hang of it and did great.

I fell at least 3 times. And that was the easy part. It’s the getting up that’s hard. The mom’s sitting on the bench watching their children took pity on me and shouted encouraging words, but I knew I still looked like a drunk flamingo.

Eventually I got going pretty well, but I need a lot of practice.

We did decide that we won’t be visiting that particular rink anymore. The skate wheels were filthy and the floor and carpet were all dirty. The only person who seemed concerned about cleanliness was a 3 year old boy in tiny socks pushing a broom and dust pan around yelling “SCUSE ME!”.