F*** You… And the Chevy You Rode In On

F*** You… And the Chevy You Rode In On

I was approached by a rather awkward young fellow on Walnut Street in Philadelphia this afternoon. I saw him cross from the other side of the street. I noticed that he noticed me and then lingered at the corner.

He had a small notebook and looked about 30. I assumed he was about to harangue me with climate change propaganda or ask me to fill out a survey about my understanding of gender issues.

“Excuse me, sir,” He timidly said.

“Hey, what’s up?” I said in a friendly yet subdued tone to match his timidity.

“I’m sorry, sir. I gave the finger to that pickup truck because, well, because he made fun of me and said something ugly to me.”

I gazed intently down Walnut Street, not seeing a pickup truck but stalling to allow my brain to adjust to the reason why this man approached me, as opposed to what I assumed initially.

This fellow was noticeably bothered by what he just experienced. He needed a little support. He was like a stray puppy that just got kicked in the hind quarters. Plus, the eczema on his neck was an indication that he probably carried enough stress every day. So I did the only sensible thing.

I raised my middle finger after the pickup, as best I could with a Bruegger’s bagel in my right hand and a coffee and my left, and proclaimed, “Fuck that guy!”

The puppy stammered, “Uh. Yeah! YEAH! FUCK THAT GUY!”

“You have a good day!” I said as I left him on smiling on Walnut.

Six Sweaty Miles

It’s hot out, mang! I’m soaked after just three miles! – At Mahlon Dickerson Reservation, Jefferson Township, Morris County, New Jersey

When You’re Out for a Run and You Hear Thunder

Uh oh!

I was finished running about 15 minutes after hearing that thunder. By the time I drove home 5 minutes later, it was starting to rain. It came down in buckets. I’m glad I didn’t get caught in it out on the trail.

Here’s the tail end of the heavy rain:



Dewpoint

I’m posting this here for my own purposes, so I can get to it whenever I want from wherever I am.

I don’t know where it originated. Someone shared it in a running group on Facebook.