Friction is my friend

I had my first experience with black ice this week. I've always heard of how dangerous it is, but never having lived it, I hadn't realized. Wednesday morning, I walked out onto a world that looked drenched - the road, the gravel, the sidewalks, they all looked soggy. As soon as I put my foot on any of said surfaces, I realized my mistake. It was all covered by a thick, slick layer of ice. Of course, the buses weren't driving in that weather, so I walked to school with an awkward almost penguin-like stride, fearing to take too large of steps or move to quickly and end up on my rear. I made it all 20 minutes to school without falling down, but I was glad to reenter the world of friction when I reached school.