Snow 'n' ice and all things nice....
...like this 'un.

About 10 years ago I was working in a computer store in Swansea one very cold and frozen January morning, and as per usual I was having a lift into work with me ol' mate H (and no, he's not Rimmer). H's wife was driving and we took a different route to the city centre to avoid alot of traffic.

One such road we travelled was particularly busy with pedestrians, who were in this case a group of parents walking their children towards a local primary school we just drove past. It was this group that made the schadenfreude.

You see, me 'n' H were quietly sitting in the car and happened to be boredly staring at this group, and as we did we saw some little happy boy run from his mother. His mum went livid and started shouting for him not to run on the grass, as this was the boy's target. They were walking alongside a patch of frozen mud and grass, and the boy was amass with enjoyment of defying his mother's pleas and sprinting merrily through the frosted earth.

That was until his trainers discovered grip. He faceplanted into the ground and slid on his forehead for a second before getting up and crying like feck and running back to his mum.

Me and H laughed all the way to work. That'll teach the little cunt :)
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Wed 23 Dec 2009, 17:21, Reply)