I was happily slogging through a fresh layer of snow that fell in the winter of my 13th year, when I was accosted by Kathie Skidmore's Dad. "Say, I've got a big problem with you!" shouted Mr Skidmore."I saw that you peed your name in the snow behind my garage!"
"So?" said I, "lots of guys do that."
"But," said Mr Skidmore, "it was in my daughter's handwriting!"