Operation Doormat Drift

Slingshotting across the lobby floor with my rubber band harness was great, but reaching the revolving entrance door needed actual tactical transport! I scrambled toward a lost, discarded wooden popsicle stick wedged against the heavy coir welcome mat. Perfect high-speed sled! I shoved my rigid plastic legs against the coarse bristles, levering the stick loose until it snapped flat onto the slick polished marble. Leaping right onto the center with both curved red hands balanced out, I caught the gust from someone pushing the heavy revolving door outside. Zooooom! The stick glided across the slick stone like a speeder, skidding right to a halt beside an umbrella bin. Street level perimeter, officially reached!