I sometimes wonder how NFPs have managed to survive all of these aeons. Last night I was at the gym and I decided to be bold and daring use the basu with the rounded side down instead of up as I used one of the weights machines. All was brilliance at first, as I stood like an amazing ballerina bird upon the precarious perch. Then came the point when I had to get off the ride, and that's when the universe conspired against my crinkled up cerebellum and had me go flying forward. Fortunately my hands were still gripping the pulley thingys and I managed to keep semi afloat instead of face planting into the ground or, I dare say, the machine. I am sure the witnesses to this moment had a good chortle, as I totally would have were I a witness instead of the protagonist in this 1 act, 1 moment play.