I hate jumping through hoops. I'm not terribly athletic anyway, so...
Sorry, wrong kind of hoops.
Right when you think you've gotten the hoop-jumping down pat, someone else comes along and makes up a new set of rules, making the hoop-jumping that much more treacherous, to say nothing of all the red tape you're likely to become ensnarled in.
Don't get me wrong - it's all that red tape that makes the world go 'round. Without red tape, we'd all be running into each other in intersections, let alone flash-mobbing in malls, threatening to collapse structures because no-one alerted anyone about their impending antics.
Has anyone seen my scissors?
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