Hallway Drift Champion

I ditched the thick carpet and scoped out the slick hardwood hallway. Parked right near the front door was a glossy takeout flyer, slick side down. Obviously, I wasn't going to just walk past it. I hopped on with both sneakers and shoved off the baseboard with everything I had. Who needs an actual skateboard? That paper caught ridiculous speed across the smooth varnish. I leaned hard left, drifted around a stray running shoe, and finally skidded to a dead halt right into the fringe of a woven runner rug. Flawless landing, zero scratches.