I recall one time, when I was in my thirties, going to a junkyard to get a part. Right as I left my car and started walking in, I noticed two black guys lounging around outside the shop. As I approached, their eyes started getting bigger and bigger with each step I took, and their jaws began to drop.
"What's the matter?" I asked, perplexed. To which one of them cried out in amazement, "We thought you was on SPRINGS!"
I glide.