I would have to say there have been very few jolts in my life. More often things tend to jostle themselves into my purview. I see a thing flowing my way in a flurry of elbows and knees roiling through the masses before me. Rewarding with mashed toes and insulted ribs as it streams merrily in full tilt approach mode. The yowls and yammers of those with their backs to this jostling juggernaut full of jolt, such as yourself with back fully presented, should be sufficient warning to you who now stands before me. I am always jolted into wonderment by the joltage voltage you receive when taken from behind by what I saw as a long time coming. The jolt bolt also reveals your disappointment in me for not warning you of the impending jolt. Yet you never leave your perception ajar to a single sooth that I say.
But I would like to ask, “Is there anything behind me?”
Because you never see the jolt that gets ya.