Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Running in Olmsted Park

I started running this summer. I usually go in the late morning, before I head into work. Almost every single day, rain or shine, I see this man sitting in the park, drinking a vast amount of PBRs. I have multiple copies of the same running shirt, so I look the same everyday, and he must recognize me. I don't think he's homeless, but he obviously doesn't have a job. We exchange glances whenever I run by, and I think of how he is wasting his time. Then I realized that he is probably thinking the same thing about me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh alcoholic Santa.