A Slanted Descent

I charged up the slick cutting board, aiming straight for the peak of the dish drying rack! One firm plant of my boots, a quick leap toward the top wire, and—whoosh! The wooden board tilted back on a stray fork, sending me sliding straight down the smooth timber ramp like a bobsled racer! I tumbled right into a neat mound of freshly folded yellow tea towels. No bumps, just maximum velocity! Now this counter is officially an obstacle course waiting for round two.