Go, you chicken fat, go away!

So it's Good Friday.  The kids don't have school.  I should've gotten out earlier, but I was just taking it easy this morning.  I got dressed and stretched out in my room.  I went outside and scrolled through my Strava feed for a while.  I saw this truck parked over by the mailbox.  It was running.  I stretched out a little more and started my run.  I ran past the truck and this old guy was sitting in it.  I wanted to do my RWCD/Floodway 3 loops.  I ran up to Brown Road and then turned back south on the RWCD path.  My legs were feeling heavy due to yesterday's incline.  Shortly after passing Adobe, I saw someone running towards me.  I quickly recognized him as Rich.  He always turns around and runs with me, which is cool.  I asked how far he was going.  He said he was just going to do 3 miles.  I told him I was going to do 3.7 miles and that I would run down to Main Street and turn back north on the Floodway path.  We talked while we ran.  Sometimes we didn't talk.  Then with about a mile to go, my phone rang.  It was the 2nd time it rang while I was running, but I didn't answer the first call.  I decided to answer this one.  It was one of my clients who had dropped off plans for me to revise a couple of days ago and now wanted to come pick them back up.  I told him I was out jogging, but that I only had about a mile to go.  A half a mile later my phone rang again.  It was another client.  I suddenly realized I had set an appointment with him for today at 9am and it was 9:05am.  I apologized and told him that I had forgot and that I was out jogging and that I had about a half mile to go and I would be there in 5 minutes.  (Run off sentence much?)  I then cut through the green belt.  Rich followed me until I got to the other side and bid him adieu.  I ran home, but it was warm so I just stayed at my pace.  Then I saw that truck again and realized that the old man in the truck was my client and he was there the whole time!  I felt so embarrassed.