Squirrels and mutts and the occasional drug dealer I can handle. Measly annoyances. Gargantuan Lexus sedans? No.
Running, Saturday morning, as usual. I went up around the north end of the Island, stopped to have a word with the neighborhood beat cop who was parked on the side-street in the shade reading the newspaper--
"You catch the perp who burgled my house yet?"
"Nope."
"Argh. Well, nice day, eh?"
"Yes indeed."
Scurried across the highway to circle through Glen Afton, the rich-folk neighborhood, and stopped to have a word with one of the locals over there who used to own the house next door to me (yes, I will stop for anything). As I chugged up to him I noticed that he was sort of dragging his leg and holding his arm funny, like maybe he'd had a stroke or something--
"Say, they're selling your old house again."
"Yeah?"
"Yup."
"Well..."
But the screeching tires and sounds of car on car on roadside objects interrupted my runner's tranquility, and my finely-tuned runner's leg muscles took over and ran me up into his yard and around the back of the nearest tree.
OK, yes, it was 20 yards away, but I swear it sounded like a train wreck, coming right at me. I sheepishly looked out from behind my tree-barricade at the handicapped guy down by the highway, and we made our way over to the drivers. The weirdest damn things happen to me when I'm running.
Understandably flighty then Em, all things considered. And good reactions are always a good thing to have.
:-)
Posted by: Ron | November 07, 2005 at 08:12 AM
It's almost as if you're an excitement magnet, Em.
Well, maybe not "excitement".
Posted by: Em | November 07, 2005 at 03:41 PM
hee, funny boy. :-)
so, what, i'm a mangled metal magnet? a calamity magnet?
Posted by: em | November 07, 2005 at 03:48 PM
so why was the old next door neighbour holding his arm and walking funny? i guess you never got to ask him...
Posted by: .rz | November 07, 2005 at 06:58 PM
my diagnosis stands--stroke.
Posted by: em | November 07, 2005 at 07:25 PM