I just saw an odd thing. I came home late. The streets were dark and still. Suddenly, there was a middle-aged tubby man running uphill past our court. It was not a jogging pace — he was running like his life depended on it. We live on a fairly extreme sort of hill. It’s not a hill that you can recreationally sprint up.
I waited, expecting him to be followed by knife-wielding bandits. But nothing.
That is rather odd. I would have gotten out and started chasing him. Just for kicks.
I saw that you commented on my blahg, and was wondering by what means did you happen to come across it? I would be interested to know.
Posted by molly
I do that sometimes, especially when it’s dark and I get paranoid thinking someone’s follwing me. No one ever has though. Also when I’m late home I’ll sprint the rest of the way. I’m not sure I’d be dedicated enough to sprint up a hill though… too lazy =)
Posted by joee