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Originally Posted by Snaqwells
I'll be waiting for you at the door, partner. I'm not walking, but I'm also not leaving my partner alone on the court.
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...who were so in love with performing for the table, they wind up retrieving the ball, walking it to the table, shaking hands with the folks there, and basically preening and waiting to lap up the compliments. Heck yes, these partners get left.
Having grown up in New York, I've been conditioned on how to walk with a purpose. So while I don't run, I walk with alacrity, trying to give off the vibe I'm 6' 7", mean as all get out, and have no problem stomping your brains out.
It seems to work.