Then the helium cylinder
did
get knocked over, and the balloon
was
released.
This was on the second floor of my house! If I'd left my bedroom window open, I might have easily plunged to my death.
But I wasn't "plunging" anywhere so long as your fine product was anchored around my ankle.
Somehow I jettisoned the cylinder, sustaining a minimal amount of damage from oncoming traffic.
At once I found myself in the awkward position of having to
avoid
harm - even
defend
myself!
What's that about??
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