At least that’s what one of my techs told me. “Just watching you walk through the woods is hilarious!” he said, laughing so hard he was bent over, holding his stomach.
So what had him in stitches and declaring me a reality TV moron?
After hiking all day, and not more than five yards from the truck, I stuck my hands in my pockets. Two steps later, I tripped (on nothing but air) and fell forward.
Hands in pockets.
Face in dirt.
