Day Eight: Juggles to Work

Day Eight

by Zack Eustis

With the cold officially shaken from my system, I returned to the streets of Saint Paul to juggle my way to work today. A few Christmases ago my parents gave me a set of four sports related balls for juggling. There is a baseball, a basketball, and two soccer balls. I picked my favorite of the two soccer balls, grabbed the other two... (this is getting harder to write with a straight face) and pranced giddily (wc?) out the door. I started juggling pretty damn well (if I say so myself) until I got to the intersection. After a safety break to look both ways, I resumed juggling without incident as I crossed the street. I ran into trouble when a street sign got in my way and even more trouble when I tried to turn left and lost my balance. I tossed one of the balls up high in the air to buy myself some time, ran to catch it and released the next one as high as I could toss it, only to have it land just inches out of my grasp. After I regained my composure, I picked the ball back up and let it rejoin its friends as the sun broke gently through the clouds on our early morning circus routine. I let one more hit the ground before I reached the door, by accident I can assure you.
No balls were harmed in the making of this commute.
"That's What She Said" (TWSS) comment for the day: "It's okay, you just have to blow on it!"