It shouldn't bother me. But when I found Hugh in the back of the truck with a bottle of wine, a rope and both parachutes I was concerned. It would be just like him to have one too many and then decide to re-pack said chutes. I'd only be aware of this when I'm heading earthwards with my picnic set wizzing up in the air behind me, doing nothing to arrest my fall.
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