I'm nimble. There is a distinct satisfaction at spotting somebody across the shopping center - somebody very overweight, the kind that comes into my work and orders every cake and a eats the plastic beverage cup. As they begin to maneuver themselves to climb down the stairs, I come forward, brushing past them swiftly - maybe even missing the last steps as I effortlessly glide out the door at the bottom speedily. I'm certain I leave them there, trudging down the stairs, thinking "I will never be able to do that".

Other than that I'm probably utterly untalented.