Tuesday, August 28, 2007
At about 5am the other day I answered the phone at work. Usually at this time it is Jamie telling me he is home from his night shift, this day though he greeted me by asking me what it was like to be married to such an athletic, young man. Having grown accustomed to his strange sense of humor over the 15 + years that we've been married, I didn't really bat an eyelash before I asked the few leading questions which led to the story of the night. Jamie had just outrun a ninteen year old. I know, hold your hat, Mr. 35 years old, 200 and something ish pounds, "can we walk a little slower", just outran a ninteen year old..... wait it gets better.... for a $10.00 fare. Remember what I've said about J being all about the principle? Well, heck be danged, he wasn't going to let some punk run out on the $10.00 that was rightfully intended to be added to the mortgage fund, or buy milk for B or buy T#1's birthday gift. So, when that kid ran, J ran, and when that kid ran some more, J ran some more and so goes the story, until J finally caught the kid and held him in a headlock until the police arrived. The police promptly handcuffed the delinquent youth, marched him into the nearest convenience store and demanded that he pay J the money that was owed. At this point in the conversation the police officer then turned to look at my sweat drenched, panting, red faced husband (and I wasn't even around!), turned to the little brat and stated, "actually take a look at this guy, you made HIM run... you're paying double", and he did. The moral of this story is... "it never pays to make the fat guy run :-)"