Another group was up. I noticed that all of them had a parachute-like contraption at the back—something that none our group had.
Turns out that if you’re above a certain weight (or if you’re on the heavier side), you’re given that parachute-thingy so you don’t go down uncontrollably fast.
Being slightly weight-conscious lately, I told my friend, “I’m so proud of myself for not having a parachute!!!”
Suddenly, my friend’s eyes widened and frantically gestured for me to zip it.
Turns out the big group who had parachutes heard me!
Me and my big mouth... again.