Christmas Day: My Dad is nagging me about the condition of the back steps on my building. "These stairs are a hazard! Why hasn't anyone shovelled them?! Who's looking after this building anyway?! Call your landlord and complain!"
Me, "Holy shit Dad, you're so uptight – what's the big deal, Dude? God."
So as these things go, the next morning I leave the building via the back exit. I put my foot on the top snow encrusted step … and immediately find myself on the ground at the bottom of the stairs, my right leg twisted unnaturally beneath my body.
And that's one way to wreck your ACL for a few weeks.
Don't make fun of your Dad, People. Seriously.