By Lane Stroud
The floors in my house are incredibly cold this time of year. Being a resident of East Texas, I’m sure there are those who’d hem and haw about how I don’t know what cold is, but I made the unfortunate choice to take up residence in a sixty-year-old house with hardwood floors, and there are days when I consider opening my front door and selling tickets to what could with a minimal amount of labor be transformed into the world’s first residential ice rink. This, combined with the fact that I’m terribly lazy, makes me accept any tool which allows me to keep my feet off my frigid floor with open arms. In short, I am the person Hoofien had in mind when they designed Snatch.
