Winter...
Is Almost Over!
...and in an effort to keep my weight under a metric ton, I've resumed my after-work walks.
Often, friends and neighbors have kindly stopped to offer me a ride, thinking perhaps I needed a lift.
It happened so often last year that with the approach of this year's "walking season" I want to nip things in the bud.
So, folks, if you see me out hoofing miles from my home, I am not in need of a ride. I am just getting some exercise.
Now, because "crap happens" I also thought it best to give you some tips so you can tell whether or not I just might actually need a ride after all:
This is how you will usually see me...just walking along with a smile on my face. I never need a ride if I'm walking...but thanks!
I am sitting on the curb reading. I tripped and broke something. I may need a ride, or I may be waiting for my wife to come, gather the various pieces of whatever part of me I broke, and dash me off to the E.R.
I walked into the wrong part of town after dark. I'm being robbed at gunpoint. Please call the police, and tell them to send the SWAT team.
I wandered too far out onto the roadway. Stop and go through my pockets for loose change.
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