The other week, in the snow, I saw a small child. They
were reasonably happy, toddling about in the fresh powder
that is now a regular feature of downtown Philadephia. The
child was equipped with mittens, as children frequently
are. However, after some strenuous toddling, and parental
over-insulation,
the child decided that the gloves were
coming off. Using his teeth as the only functional gripping
device available to him, he removed the mittens. Children
don't care about things they're finished with, and so they
were cast aside. Now, many a parent would be thinking
about the endless running about picking things up that
normally accompanies a scene such as this. Not this time.
The mittens were attached to each other via string,
running up one sleeve, across the back, and down the
other. They were effectively unloseable.
Now, 8 hours later and I'm stumbling out of a cab. I have a
similar level of coordination to the aforementioned child,
due to an extended session of stimulating the local
economy. Now, I need to pay for the cab... where's my
wallet... eeeeyyooop! it's there hanging from my sleeve!
great. Now, keys, oop! other sleeve! great. In bed before
anything terrible happens.