The Hopscotch Lesson

Sometimes, when life gets me down, I like to pick up some chalk and challenge the folks at the old people's home to a game of hopscotch. I'm totally undefeated. Once, a long time ago, I lost a very close match to this spanish girl at school. After she won, she started yelling all this gibberish at me and then she kissed her fingers and beat her chest a couple times and pointed up at the sky. I think she was trying to tell me that her father had died from eating tacos without washing his hands. That's how I learned about personal hygiene.