Party Foul!

Oh boy! The econ department is having a party. This is a big deal because it is so infrequent and unexpected. I suppose it is because students are too busy to socialize given the battery of exams they must pass each semester, not to mention all the research papers. I expect it to be a blowout as a result. We have been cramming for weeks with many of us practically clued to the carrels in the library. As an environmentalist on the side, I have to squeeze this interest in between books on Keynes and Milton Friedman. I can’t attend the lectures and events I would like and must stick to the Internet to read what’s happening. I want to participate in local groups, but attendance is rare.

Meanwhile, let me tell you about the party. It was well attended and everyone had a great time. Everything went smoothly as we ate, drank, and talked about the years ahead. All of a sudden, I became the center of attention. Let me explain. I didn’t know this would happen, but somehow when I try new things, I can muddle it up. This time it was the trampoline. The host of the party had a rather large one in the backyard almost hidden by a chain link fence. It was open on one side so I assumed that jumping about was okay for the guests. I had used a trampoline before and know a few tricks—nothing fancy. I didn’t even have an audience while I executed a few twists, somersaults, tuck jumps, and seat landings. A few straddles and pikes even surprised me. I guess it is muscle memory that takes over.

I was getting very carried away and not just because I had just guzzled a few beers. I was jumping for joy and in the zone. A few students wandered over and wanted a turn, but then the trampoline attachments broke. Yikes. Was I too heavy for this device? Maybe it was just for kids. I couldn’t figure out how to repair it so I ran to get the host. He immediately set it right and told me not to feel bad. I was the right weight and height, but the trampoline had gotten a bit old. The connecting straps had to be replaced. He was grateful that I wasn’t hurt. I considered it a party foul and was mortified. “No,” he said. “Look here at this height and weight chart on Trampoline Choice. It clearly shows that you are in the correct range. I would have mentioned it when I first saw you approach the gate.”

I was relieved to hear this. Frankly, I had forgotten that there were set limits depending upon the trampoline size and fabrication materials. The host said that home versions should last almost as long as those at the gym because they are not use4d as much. He said that I didn’t need to apologizer and now that it was fixed, he encouraged me to take another jump. Just to be agreeable, I obliged him.