the other day, while cooling down after a speed workout, i saw that the street had just been covered in tar. the previous day i ran across the street through wet tar and spent the rest of my run trying to scrape the tar off my sneakers.
"excuse me, how do i cross if i don't want to muck my sneakers up with tar?"
the construction workers paused, laughed, and being to gesticulate.
"wait! hop on!" said a passing older man--by older i mean probably in his sixties.
i hopped on his back and the construction workers laughed as he brought me to the other side. i thanked him profusely.
"so is that how people are crossing the street?" a woman asked me.
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