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Maybe someone should research how to make a surface that is rough enough that heelys wont work well, but is still smooth enough to allow larger wheels (from handcarts, wheelchairs etc) to work well.
You could try anti-skid tape, the 1-2 inch stuff that looks like black sandpaper. It's kinda expensive (at least the stuff I've used) but good quality. Skating on it should be possible, but not easy, and if they try to stop on it just once, that should be enough for those who are capable of winning the battle against natural selection.
Won't do a thing for people with real-sized wheels.
The first time I saw Heely's I thought I was having an acid flashback, despite any previous history of acid use. Honest to goodness I freaked out and spent the next hour contemplating my sanity, and how a child was bending the laws of physics.
Thankfully my girlfriend knew of these "heely" things and later was able to ease my turmoil by assuring me that there was no witchcraft or evil science involved, just wheels, simple old, physics-friendly wheels...
I thought the exact same thing when I noticed a kid wheeling around on them.
know we have wanted to in our store, but since it is not a mall policy, we cannot say anything about kids using them.
Why not? Does every specific safety hazard need to be banned by name? No skateboards, no rollerskates, no heelies, no riding a bike through the store, and no driving a VW bug through the mall.
Even if you can't ban Heelies specifically, I can't see any reason why you shouldn't be able to kick out someone who's acting in an unsafe manner, including rolling around at unsafe speeds on those things.
You know MadMike- soon it will come to that thanks to all the sue-happy people out there...
"well, YOU didn't have a sign saying that climbing on that display was dangerous and Johnny would get hurt...I didn't KNOW. You owe me a millionty dollars because he is TRAUMATIZED!"
I will not shove “it” up my backside. I do not know what “it” is, but in my many years on this earth I have figured out that that particular port hole is best reserved for emergency exit only. -GK
Yeah, we all know what happened due to lack of signs stating that you shouldn't drink vinegar. And that wasn't even in this country, so I guess the whole world is turning stupid.
Sometimes life is altered.
Break from the ropes your hands are tied.
Uneasy with confrontation.
Won't turn out right. Can't turn out right
I will not shove “it” up my backside. I do not know what “it” is, but in my many years on this earth I have figured out that that particular port hole is best reserved for emergency exit only. -GK
I live in a small town of 1,800 people, mostly affluent entitlement whores and their spawn. I have seen these dreaded Heely contraptions only a few times. Today was one of them.
About 10 this morning, I was coming out of my bank, one of 4 we have in town because one isn't enough to hold all of the money these 1,800 people have. This particular bank is on the town square, even though these rich ass people call it a diamond, us down-to-earth people know it's a frikkin' square. The bank has 2 sets of double doors, one set aligned with the outside of the building and the second about 10 feet past the first set inside the building. Both are made of really thick bullet-proof glass. I made my way to the outside door and wouldn't you know it, a kid, maybe 7 or 8 slams into the door as I exited. The combination of this heavy glass door and my 300 odd pounds meant basically that the kid bounced when he hit it. Sure enough, there he was, flat on his back, Heely's facing God, barely a smudge on the door.
My first instinct was, of course, to kneel down and see that the little guy was ok, which he was. My second instinct was to help him up, which I did. Mom comes running up, doesn't even check on her little angel who just plowed into 600 pounds of door and man, and begins her tirade.
DIDN'T YOU SEE HIM?
HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY SON!
IF HE HAS ONE SCRATCH OR BRUISE ON HIM, I'LL CALL THE COPS.
I'LL SUE!
I assured her that her son was ok, that he landed on his butt and he had told me he was ok. I don't even think his head hit the door or the ground as he was wearing a ski cap inside a heavily lined hooded coat because it's 15° outside. Mom finally bends down to ask her prodigy if he was ok. He smiles at her and says he was fine. He was actually pretty cool throughout this whole thing, unlike mom, who proceeds to reach in her purse, pull out a pen and a business card and demands my name and address in case she has to take him to the hospital so she can send me the bill. I actually thought of this thread and laughed at her. I turned to walk away.
I WANT YOUR NAME!
I stopped and said, "Why? I'm not the person who bought those shoes and let my son hurl himself down a public sidewalk with them on despite all the signs that say no roller skates or skateboards allowed. By the way, isn't today a school day?" I saw her close her mouth. I turned and walked home. She didn't say another word.
Fast-forward to a half hour ago.
I hear a knock on my door. Our local Chief of Police, who I go fishing with and sometimes help him out on his stock car he races at the local track, is smiling like the Cheshire cat. Mom and spawn are in the police car in my driveway. I grab a cigarette and my coat and walk outside with him at his request. We shake hands and joke with one another for the first minute. I see mom in the patrol car not looking happy. So, the chief asks, and I explain, what happened. Once I told him that the kid had Heely's on, something mom failed to mention, he thanked me, shook my hand and went to the car. I came inside as soon as I was done my smoke and sat down to write this. I would pay good money to have heard the conversation inside the patrol car once he got back in.
I'll update this is anything else happens, which I doubt, but you never know with the entitlement whores in this town.
This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
We shake hands and joke with one another for the first minute. I see mom in the patrol car not looking happy. So, the chief asks, and I explain, what happened. Once I told him that the kid had Heely's on, something mom failed to mention, he thanked me, shook my hand and went to the car.
I bet she was pissed....and even more so when she saw you "hanging out." Serves her right
On a slightly different note, some of you might remember me talking about the goofballs next door, and how they use the police to harass people. Whenever the cops show up, since we know them (gotta love living in a small 'burb...and going to school with a few of them, including the dispatcher--we were in the same class.) Anyway, if it's one of the guys we know, we always laugh at those idiots, and nothing bad ever happens. Because they've known us for years, they know that we don't try to upset anyone, nor to we vandalize things.
Even so, we stay out of trouble. No sense in upsetting the delicate balance
Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari
I assured her that her son was ok, that he landed on his butt......
Stupid Excuse for a Mother: "OH MY!! You just mentioned a part of my son's body that we consider part of his private parts, You Pervert!! I'm telling the Police, and You'll have to register as a Sex Offender!!"
I'm just wondering though how the lady was able to identify you?
Your guess is as good as mine. I figure it's either she followed me home somehow which really isn't hard to do in the half square mile town I live in and even easier considering I live about 200 yards from the bank; or she went into the bank and asked who I was. It's not like I can hide very well here. I worked at the only grocery in town for over 3 years and I would guess that 75% of the adults in town could identify me by at least my first name (name tag) and a general description of me. There aren't too many Jims that are 6'1" 300+ pounds walking around town with a blaze orange hunting jacket on.
Today a kid almost slammed into in Wal-Mart. He and his sister were wheeling around in the video game section (I was looking for a wirless router) unsupervised! And the boy was like 2 inches from hitting me.
Thankfully, I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to cause a scene, but whoo was I pissed. If he had hit me I would have been screaming for his parents and threatining to sue. (I wouldn't have but grrr!)
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