Nighttime Delivery Ramp

Spinning that brass ring was great, but the night air called for one last sprint before heading home. Right outside the lit windows of a corner shop, an empty heavy plastic milk crate was resting on a slick diamond-plate metal ramp. Total launchpad material! I revved my sneakers against the damp sidewalk, vaulted onto the ribbed handle, and used my momentum to tilt the crate sideways. It rocked forward with a hollow plastic clatter, rolling straight onto a discarded cardboard strip. I hopped onto the edge, caught the lip with both gloved hands, and rode the slide down the metal slope. Stuck the landing on the pavement with a clean slide!