 It didn't happen. He was horrible. Terrible. He could not skate. He was really bad. I think hair was growing over his skates sometimes. Nice guy, though. Really nice guy. Once a year, he'd cheer himself down and sell the hair to make sweaters for charity. So really nice. You know what? Okay, I'm sorry. I know that's a little bit gross. I told it to my mom, and she was disgusted. Still wore the sweater, but...