One day, my friend, Debby, apparently thought herself thin and gamine enough to sit on the beloved Red Trike. It broke under her. Now, it was pretty darn sturdy, i will tell you. But she just plopped her entire mass onto it. She laughed, as she always does when she breaks something of mine. I didn't, which is surprising as I always laugh (inadvertently, I assure you) when someone falls or hurts themselves: One time my friend Phillip was walking next to me and he shook a tree branch laden with the day's rain, onto me. He laughs at others misfortunes as i do, so he was laughing. Then I stepped onto a packet of ketchup left on the sidewalk and the ketchup shot up my leg to which I thought Phillip would likely have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. Then he walked right into an open man-hole and disappeared before my eyes! Let me tell you, I laughed so hard I peed in my pants (which then ran down my legs to meet the ketchup below). I laughed so hard that when I called 911, they thought it was a hoax. So, he had a couple of crybaby stitches in his TOE! Then he sued the city for leaving the manhole uncovered and got $5,000....didn't even take me to dinner! But, I still have my Red Trike...well, at least the pieces. I will rebuild!