This is a new fake-fun game that I’ve come up with while trying to walk on the Minneapolis sidewalks this winter. That way, when I inevitably fall on my ass, at least I can still feel like a winner. I’ve come close a few times. I squeal and flail my arms around. It’s very amusing.The way this works, for those who don’t live in a part of the world with cold-as-hell winters, is that once you get a month or so into serious winter weather and there’s been a couple of snowfalls, unshoveled snow from before has been trampled on and compacted into a nice, uneven layer of ice. It’s hard enough to avoid on its own, but when blanketed with a thin layer of fresh snow, it’s harder to know what’s ice and what’s concrete. So you could easily take a step and find yourself flying in a direction you didn’t intend. It’s sort of like Sidewalk Roulette. Maybe that’s what I should have named it.
Also, in the comic, Pete’s wearing this snazzy double-breasted wool coat he just bought this week. I totally helped him pick it. I have a mission to dress him in nice clothes, so I’m rather pleased with myself.
