I was really walking on air yesterday, humming great songs like Walking on Sunshine, Walk on the Wild Side, Walking Man, Walk the Line, Walk like an Egyptian, and Walking on the Moon, but then I walked into a brick wall when it turned out I hadn’t been hitting my stride at all, but walking the plank — because out of nowhere I was asked a question about a walking deck. Not being a walking dictionary (or, well, at least not a good enough one), I had no idea. So I took a step back and in the words of AT&T circa 1980, I let my fingers do the walking and looked it up. It turns out that a walking deck is an outdoor structure you can add to your house, but it’s not just a deck — it has to be covered in a waterproof, non-skid surface so you can (1) walk on it safely, and (2) use the space under it even if it’s raining. But a “walking deck” is something else, too; in PowerPoint land a walking deck is a brief set of slides that you keep handy just in case you walk off a cliff into an unexpected presentation about…well, whatever you might be known for. If you can pull it off successfully, it’s can be like a walkoff home run in baseball; a triumph. And everyone will know that you not only talk the talk, you walk the walk. Not like that dead man walking, Smithers, over in that other department — although really you shouldn’t criticize the poor guy until you walk a mile in his shoes. After all, maybe he really can’t walk and chew gum at the same time. Or just walks to the beat of a different drummer. In any case, there’s no need to give him his walking papers even if he does sometimes seem like the walking wounded. But he’s not that sensitive about it; you don’t need to walk on eggs around him. So it’s not walking a fine line or walking on thin ice to recommend that if you have a walking deck and it works, there’s no need to walk it back; you can walk tall and be proud of your achievement. Oh, and by the way, we’re staging a walkout next Tuesday; it’s to protest the long hours they make us work; half of us feel like we’re sleepwalking at this point.
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate. I shouldn’t be surprised, but she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.