This morning at 8:10, I again encountered the guy with the two Siberian huskies. You remember them. They're the dogs bred for ultra cold weather, and he keeps them in a very hot climate. About 50 minutes before I saw him, I encountered another casual walker, who commented to me that today was a "steambath." I guess it was more so 50 minutes later.
Anyway, the guy recognized me, smiled in a friendly way, and told me he hoped he would make it to my age. I asked him how old he thought I was. He said he himself is 40. (This sounds like a non sequitur, and I would hold it against his intellect, but I already wasn't very impressed, from my last encounter with him.) I asked him again how old he thought I was, and he guessed 60. Sixty-eight, I told him. And he repeated his hope that he himself would make it to my age.
I imagine he thought he was complimenting me, like he thought he was taking good care of two Siberian huskies-- you know, the dogs bred for extreme cold, but he keeps them in a very hot climate.
Fred I wish I make it to 40 in this awful heat LOL
ReplyDeleteArt? No offense, but I thought 40 was in your rear view mirror. My apologies!
DeleteBy the way, you and the dolt with the huskies will be impressed-- I am-- to know that today, I broke my record for lunges. 680 in 3.2 miles. My daughter, who is a fitness trainer, is impressed.
Fred
Ive never been so insulted in my life. Il have you know that I may be 52 but I fell like 72 LOL Im impressed with those lunges as well. When I get to your age Ill start exercising.
ReplyDeleteIf you already feel like 72, and you're only 52, you better say IF, not when, you get to my age.
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