So, dinner time. There are these high stools in my house that are square. On the front they have a bar going across for a foot rest -- and that's the only way you know that's the front. Anyway, I usually orient these stools with the foot rest facing towards the counter. I was hungry after snowboarding through lunch, so I zapped some leftover Singing Mint Chicken (mostly white wine, soy, mint, and jalapenos with chicken -- really good!) and put it on the counter. Then the most remarkable thing happened. I pulled a stool out a little way and, in my usual fashion, put my foot on the cross bar and hopped up onto the seat in one fluid motion. Only, the cross bar wasn't there. It is very very funny to jump when your feet aren't touching anything -- vertical upwards motion entirely fails to happen. My ass went down in a very undignified manner and the stool went across the floor. I looked around with that expression a cat has after walking into a glass door -- glad nobody saw that. But, then I thought again and realized, no, this was really funny and someone else needed to be laughing at me.
So, when a Garrett falls in the forest, it may be that it doesn't make a sound, but you do get to read about it.