Whatever You Can Do, I Can Do Better
I’ve had this knack for walking through crowds with ease since my days working at Disneyland years ago. I can quickly weave through people of all shapes and sizes, and I can avoid the sea of strollers without much effort. When I’m stuck behind a disabled person or a slower moving person, I kind of hesitate to pass by, because I feel like I’m showing off. I’m thinking, “Oh, look at me. Look at what I can do with both of my legs.”
Yes, Hell has reservations for me in the hottest ring. Whatever, I heard they do Happy Hour every Tuesday and Wednesday. How bad can it be?
