Cardstock Glider

That stiff, glossy flyer sitting under the front door slot looked like an instant surfboard. I scrambled down from the bench, caught some momentum across the hardwood, and jumped with both sneakers planted square on the slick paper. It shot forward over the polished floorboards like a rocket. I bent my knees, threw both arms out to keep my balance, and rode the drift all the way past the coat rack before grinding to a halt against a heavy rubber boot. Zero traction, pure speed. Hallway gliding is officially on the board.