Can I put my bike in your trunk?

We love entertainment at the expense of other people's stupidity and sacrifice. We witness or experience the oblivious distraction that inevitably creeps up on just about every individual who has or will walk or bike our beloved sidewalks of Tuscaloosa. That cursed crevice in the concrete humbles us beyond our imagination. Whether it be a crash to the ground with your bike to hurl itself on top of you, as I experienced first hand the other morning, or a lazy step that catches a jagged edge of a side curb and awkwardly jolts you forward to a hasty face-plant, you tripped. We wish the bruises or the scraped knees that soon come after the epic fall are the worst part, but, in fact, it's the audience of passers-by and/or dear friends to point and laugh as you are left alone on the concrete guillotine to pick up yourself and the bits of your shattered ego that still remain. Why are we merely passing by our fellow fallen? We all have been a victim of this social embarrassment at least once. It's time for a change clumsy students of Alabama! Don't let these cracks break you or your "mama's" back anymore. Perhaps, we should look at this situation as a chance to put our index fingers away, laugh WITH them, and help the klutz to their feet. It's an informal opportunity to make a new friend, increase your good karma, and maybe even get a phone number (if creepy is your new cool). Besides the fall itself, lending a helping hand couldn't hurt.