TYPICAL!
So, it’s Friday night - it’s rollerblade night! Hurah! Except tonight I have a new brake-pad which SCREECHES. So everyone knows where I am, all the time (even without my own little squeals!). Quite humiliating. But anyway, hold your head up, laugh at yourself and carry on - always a good attitude I reckon.
So with my screeches and squeals I carry on boldly, chatting happily away to a couple of lads. Then there’s a cry from the back, "Somebody’s lost a wheel!" We all laugh, one of the lads starts on about ‘how can you loose a wheel and not know about it…?’ I join in, laughing, and then I realise…this could just be typical…"Can you check if my wheels are all there, please?" He looks rather puzzled, and after a quick squiz confirms the sinking feeling in my stomach. I was the one who lost a wheel. YES, DID EVERYONE HEAR THAT CLEARLY ENOUGH? IT WAS ME!
Oh, dear! 
Everyone, but everyone, knows me now. I am the screeching squealer who lost a wheel. Ho hum!
(Thankfully it was a middle wheel and not a front or back - that would have been awful, more than just humiliating, decidedly painful!)
