Thanks to certain personalities in the fediverse, I can now appreciate this joke. I feel like I’ve been let into a club.

Why do you think that? It’s as easy as striking up a short conversation with a waiter at a restaurant or someone at a coffee shop.

If someone chooses one tent pole thing to check out and otherwise just putzes around it doesn’t seem all that strange.

Read this, quite literally did a cartwheel in an act of whimsy and solidarity against the encroaching darkness before responding.

(It was actually kind of fun and my back only hurts a tiny bit. One handed cartwheels used to be the preferred move, but fuck no).