So, yesterday I go charging down the stairs in my usual happy-go-lucky, headlong fashion, only to discover at about the second floor that Sparkle has been in there, mopping the stairs. Fortunately I know me and I always have a solid grasp on the railing when I'm on a stairway.

Today I go charging down, burst through the door on the first floor (but carefully...I've whomped people standing on the other side of that door in the past) and came this close to plowing through a plate of glass.

A couple of guys were standing there, holding it up, waiting for the elevator. Thank goodness for those bleeding-heart liberals who insist that things like panes of glass be studded at intervals with markers, so that you can see them. If not for the bits of cardboard, I'd have assumed the two men were just standing there and I'd have tried to dash in between them.

I'm just saying.