This just gets better and better! And I love Jake.
I think I know him . . . or someone just like him.
So I multiplied that by ten and figured that might be how he felt right now. Then, given the fact that he was lying prone like a discarded toy on the pavement, while I was standing around practically on top of him, kind of like a mother hen but, well, more manly, I doubled the figurative value of embarrassment and came away with a large total.
And then, as I thought more about it, it became painfully obvious why people could peg me as an engineering type about five seconds after meeting me.