The Cable Tangle Tap

I marched back indoors from the dry cleaners, only to find a thick coil of black braided television cables snaking across the rug like harbor mooring lines. A master rigger never leaves loose lines unchecked! I hopped forward, wedged both long legs under the heavy rubber loop, and gave a mighty heave to coil it taut. Whoosh! The stubborn wire sprang right back, catching my ankle and sending my oversized flippers sliding across the polished floorboards! Falter? Utter nonsense! I caught myself against the low wooden baseboard, planted my feet into a dazzling stage split, and casually hooked the cord over my elbow in a triumphant bow.