Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Today was Sarah's 2 year anniversary of running at least a mile every single day.  I had to join her.  She asked me to meet her at her house after she got off work.  Sunday the 10 day forecast said it was supposed to be 100º today.  It didn't get quite that hot, but it was in the 90's.  I got to her house and her husband, Todd, didn't recognize me because of my beard.  We talked outside on her front porch until her other friend got there to run with us.  I had a water bottle with me.  I put it in my pocket.  Also in my pockets were my wallet, keys, and phone.  As soon as we started I realized my shorts were falling off.  I took my water bottle out and held it.  I almost took my phone out, too, but decided not to.  I kept having to hike my shorts back up as I ran.

The two girls were much faster than me.  Even still, I think they were running slow on purpose.  We were doing a one mile loop around her block.  I started to lag way behind.  When they reached the final turn back to her street, they turned around and ran back to me.  I told them I would sit out the next mile and run the final one with them.  That gave me a chance to lock my wallet and water bottle in my van, and put my keys on her front porch.  I talked with Todd while they did their second loop.  Once they came back around, I joined them and stayed with them for a little bit.  Then I realized that the heat was killing me, so I slowed down so they could go on ahead and not see me suffer.  I tried picking up the pace a little when the got far enough ahead of me.  But twice they turned around and ran to me.  I didn't stick around long after finishing, but I congratulated her on reaching her two year milestone.  I went home because the sister missionaries were supposed to come over.  That's why Vickie stayed home to get ready for them.  But she canceled and we took Atticus to Culver's for his birthday dinner instead.

I might as well tell the story that happened at Culver's.  As I was getting out of the van I saw this old lady backing up in the parking lot and totally hit another car.  Well, she swiped it as she was turning.  Immediately some fool ran out of the restaurant and started cussing her out.  Then an entire mob came out and started freaking out.  By this time the old man came around and got in the driver's seat.  He wanted to park because their vehicle was in the drive aisle.  They thought he was going to drive away.  The panicked even more.  One lady was like, "Call 911!!!"  That's when I decided to get involved.  I started yelling at them to let him park.  I told them they all need to chill out.  Accidents happen.  Everyone needs to relax!  They still kept freaking out and saying, "It's a brand new car!  They can't match the paint!"  Oh my gosh.  Then my wife started yelling that they all need to take a breath.  This is what insurance is for.  A little kindness and forgiveness goes a long way.  Well, to make a long story short, the mob was baffled that the police weren't going to send an officer to arrest, imprison, and throw away the key to the mailicious offenders.  My wife ended up buying their dinner for them and telling them not to let this little accident ruin their night.  She's such a saint.