Contributor: Robert Bates - - Did that kid’s shoes just fly off?” I ask, looking up at the boy whirling around on the Space Noodle ride. “Yes, they did. We should go pick them up,” says James. Like the gentlemen we are, we go and retrieve the kid’s shoes. “Hey, losers! Give me back my shoes!” the kid shouts furiously. “We went and got them for you,” I try to explain. “Stop stealing my shoes! Thieves! Scoundrels! I’m going to punch you scallywags in the face!” “This kid has quite the vocabulary. Let’s go hide his shoes,” I say deviously. We throw the shoes under a tent and go on about our teenage business. “Are you kidding me? That kid is on a golf cart with the chief of police!” says James, pointing out into the distance. But before either of us can get away, the two drive up to us at the supersonic speed of five miles per...

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Author: Robert Bates