“Can I help you find something?” the REI saleswoman asked me.
“Yeah, I guess. I need some protective gear for, uhm, doing something really stupid.”
The saleswoman didn’t bat an eye. “What kind of something stupid?”
“Like, skijoring. Well, rollerjoring.”
“Is that like rollerblading?”
“Yeah, but with a dog attached to you who’s pulling you along at a sprint.”