I love the fall! The air is crisp, vibrant colors burst throughout nature, and the temperature is the Baby Bear bed of the year: "just right". Unfortunately, along with the crisp, dry air comes fall's (and my) arch-nemesis:
In addition to the unending standing ovation of my hair, every time I come close to an elevator button panel, I can distinctly hear the theme from Jaws playing in the background. The closest I'll probably ever come to starring in my own action movie scene is when I get out of the car attacked by an endless stream of static shocks.
Fall is also a great time to discover who your true friends are after you realize you've spent the last hour walking around with a balloon stuck to your butt.