They say the road to a freaking nervous breakdown is paved with good intentions… Oh, “they” don’t? Well I guess I just made it up. My good intentions today resulted in the wrong hole lined up with the slot in bottom pole (BP) and a consequence of the proverbial irreversible pole stuck in a hole. Um, a basketball pole. Adding injury to insult, I scored a nice blood blister on the middle finger of my left hand trying to reverse the permanent blunder. See? I frantically scanned the directions for a solution, but only received a rebuking: “This step cannot be reversed.” Like answering “yes” to the “do these pants make my butt look big” question, some things just cannot be reversed…

It’s times like these I’m glad I have my stair-climber and that I didn’t have to assemble it. In 30 minutes I rediscovered the humor in the situation and devoured a 40 page report of bars, lines and fourth order polynomials. All while abusing my eardrums with the cure to my almost everything: rock and roll.