As we hurried to get in line, I slipped and fell on the ice. Nothing hurt, except my pride.
I was only hurrying because he was. And he was only hurrying becuase I had made him anxious, by telling him I'm usually in line earlier.
I tried to be cool, but I was a little concerned about being late. I have all of the others. And I couldn't miss one. The tradition had to continue.
My worrying was for nothing. We were plenty early. And the prize at the end of the line was well worth the cold wait we had to endure.
We warmed up after gathering our spoils over breakfast with some fellow cold-braving friends. Then we hurried to meet my sister and her husband for the annual "hunting" adventure in the snow.