The Rollerblader and the Pothole

While I was drawing this a young man came around the corner very very fast on a pair of roller blades, hit a pothole, became briefly airborne, and then landed on his front on the road.

His phone had left his hand at some point and pieces of it were strewn across the road and his sunglasses were even further up the road.

When he rolled over I asked him if he was alright.

'Yes,' he said, 'but I have torn my work trousers,'

'Oh, dear,' I said.
He was sitting up on his bottom by this stage and looking at the hole in the knee of his trousers.

I felt sorry for him because rollerblading isn't that easy and I think he looked like he was doing quite well at it until the pothole.

So I said- 'I did something like that recently, went over the handle bars of my bicycle and landed on my knee,'
He didn't seem to really care because he was now crawling across the road, picking up the bits of his smashed phone.

'I wasn't even wearing jeans,' I called out to him as he crawled about, 'just took the skin straight off, blood everywhere.'