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Since I've returned to the level of health that is needed to run 6 or so miles at a go, on pavement, I often find myself doing just that and as a added benefit I can start at the digs and conclude at the shop. I actually rather enjoy doing this and usually I have enough crap in my locker at the shop that I don't have to take extra things along. However, every once in a while, I do take the running pack along laden with a few clean layers and essentials. Well, on Friday morning I took this route and low and behold I getting so fit that I was actually ahead of schedule when I arrived so, what's a boy to do besides add on. For me that consisted of some lappers on the grass field behind Don Cies Realty (basically only Jordan will know where I'm talking about). Anyway I tossed my pack on the edge of the field next to the alley way that runs behind CVS, Brookhaven Goodyear, etc. Each lap on this thing takes at most a minute and consists of a completely open flat grass lot. I had noticed a car driving down the alley, a well maintained red Toyota Solara, basically the domain of a geriatric hipster, and thinking nothing of it hadn't done anything to take into account who was behind the wheel. Well, you see where this is going... Of course my bag is not residing where it was stowed and I immediately am cursing the entirety of Brookhaven.Sensing someone might still be playing the good samaritan card, I jog out to Robinson to look for this retched auto. I see nothing and am about to head over to OK Runner, when the Solara comes back down Robinson and stops at the light. I immediately notice that there are two guys about my age with mechanics uni's on and a scruffy appearance. Sensing exactly what situation I'm in with short shorts and nary a shirt, I yell over asking where my backpack was. The look at me as the light turns green and proceed on without so much as a word. Well now I've got something to go with. My sister already hates the Brookhaven tire shop because they belittled her in some way and now I'm thinking I could even both our scores and firebomb the place. I'm headed over to the shop as the car cruises back by and one guy innocuously asks if I said something about a backpack, because he couldn't hear what with the brake pads being worn and music playing. So without getting into a debate on why my bag ended up in a car that was neither his, nor mine I ran out in the intersection, grabbed the bag and headed to work.

This tale is one of many great sordid run-ins with people in the last two days who really rekindled my questioning of the quality of humanity that we encounter on a daily basis. May each of you readers find something positive in the interaction you face on this day, because the enrichment you take from strangers or passers by who are of a kindly extraction is so often fulfilling- and just in the opposite manner an asshole can really take the wind out of your sails...

End of rant, I'm running up to the coffee shop and zoning out:

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Unknown said…
that's crazy man. i know exactly where you're talking about. i'm glad you got the bag back from those turds. also, good to hear that you are rounding into form nicely.
September 20, 2009 at 2:06 PM
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