Linoleum Drift

The glass door blocked my path, so I backed up, turned my nose toward the kitchen, and caught sight of endless pale tiles! Slick, polished, zero carpet in sight. Whirr, click! I rolled across the wooden threshold at full tilt! Zoom! But the tiles had almost no grip—my wheels lost traction instantly! Instead of a straight sprint, I broke into a wide, sideways drift, skimming smoothly across the cool floor. Bump! A fallen wooden toothpick caught my trailing pull cord, spinning me into a clean 180-degree turn right beside the shiny metal base of the refrigerator. What a glide!