Cardinal
Of The Kremlin
- Joined
- Nov 25, 2001
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Those entry steps must be treated with respect. Beautiful clear winter day, and I'm in a good mood. I trot down the steps in full uniform, hands in my pockets, and leap off the last one onto the pavement below. Trouble being it's winter, and the ramp is covered in glycol. My foot has zero purchase, and I eat asphalt a quarter second later. My hands are encumbered, so my only defense is to dissipate some of that forward motion by a kind of tuck-and-roll maneuver down the slightly sloping ramp. I pick up my glycol covered self, look around to see who witnessed this, and see through the terminal windows all 19 of our passengers watching this performance, eyebrows raised.