It was the end of the Summer Olympics and the very last event: the waterslide luge. My tube was stolen so I grabbed another and ended up being the last contestant to enter the tunnel. Unfortunately, as the waterslide had been built inside an office building whose tenants were eager to get back to work, on each turn I narrowly avoided desks being reset, filing cabinets replaced. Just as I was about to catch up with my competitor… I slid face first into what appeared to be a dermatological suite where I was asked if I had an appointment. As gracefully as possible, I rose from my tube and snuck out a back entrance, Olympic hopes dashed.
