Mustard Slalom

Sticking that railing landing fired me right onto the diner's front patio! Out on the wooden deck tables, nobody was sitting around, leaving an open obstacle course. I vaulted up the metal chair leg and landed squarely on a sunlit redwood tabletop. Right in the middle sat a yellow plastic mustard bottle next to a glass sugar shaker. I locked my eyes on the gap, broke into a sprint, and carved a sharp, heel-skidding figure eight between the two bottles! The mustard bottle swayed, rocking on its circular base before settling down with a dull thump. Precision steering at maximum speed!