Practicality strikes again

I almost caught an adult playing today. I really thought I had. She was dressed for an office job, but I met her by a bridge in a woodsy bit of sidewalk across from the pool. She was walking along, arms out, putting one foot in front of the other like on a balance beam.

She looked up, saw me, and stepped onto the sidewalk. "Watch out!" she said. "It's really icy."

Practicality strikes again. Sigh.

I met her again on my way back to work. "So you didn't fall?" she asked, kindly enough. "Oh, no," I answered. "And you?" "Oh, I'm good too," she said.

A minute later I met an elderly man walking. "Watch out," he said. "There's a terrible lot of ice down there." I thanked him for the warning.

I'm sure grownups must play. They just don't do it in public. Much.