I was once on a walk with then-wife, Voldemort, and 2 other friends down in Sanibal(sp?). Walking near a creek we spied a gator. Now, understand, we were on a rise about 6 feet above the creek and that rise was fairly steep. So I picked up a wee peeble and tossed it next to the gator's nose. Guess what....gators move pretty fast when they are messed with. As the gator ran after us (and we were running at a pretty good clip) I screamed, "They are terrible at lateral movements, go zig zag." Voldemort cursed me. In the midst of her verbal assault, I remembered that old axiom, "When running from a tiger, first place is achieved by avoiding last place." It was at that point, I tripped Voldemort. Our marriage lasted another 25 years; but, the damage was done and the rot began to set in. I vowed from that moment, I will never marry someone who doesn't have a good sense of humor nor an appreciation for lateral movement.
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