Or maybe not everything was cool.

As the thing was inclined upwards, the wet end was too heavy for it to pull, even though the inclination was like one degree. And for it was made of metal which was pretty slipperly, Evan slipped a little backwards before he could hold onto tighter, his knucles hurting even in the first minute. Even those was enough for it to incline steeper, which consequently led to loss of balance.

Evan tried to pull himself to the front but he was only a moment late, and for an instant the thing just hovered in the air making a 90 degree to the ground with an Evan Cartwright hanging to it before his hands slipped completely and he fell. It was a soft fall since he could only rise 1,5 metre, but it still hurt at the first moment. "Ouch!" he half-shouted, holding his back. With the pain, he noticed the wet danger too late and the mop made its landing on him, wetting his legs. "Ewww!" he shouted this time. This. Was. Gross! Jumping to his feet, he looked at his trousers in disgust. Ugh... he would never wear them again.

With the bonus discomfort from his wet legs, he mounted on it again with a grunt and tapped his feet angrily. This time it got off more quickly, though it was still pretty slow compared to a broomstick.

Yeah, a nice day ruined by his idiocy.