At 6:00 this a.m. I was power striding like a real fitness specimen down the open space path. Approaching a tunnel under 120th Ave., I saw an athletic woman running full speed head on and staring at the path like it held the cure to cancer. I hate these awkward moments. Before we both entered the dark and unseen underpass, I slowed, stepped several feet off the path, put my hands on my hips and waited. "Good morning!" she shouted, passing. "Just didnt want to make you nervous in the tunnel!" I shouted back. "You know what? I really was. Thank you very much!" Satisfying. I wish all good deeds were so easy. ~Shawn Mitchell
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 13:33:03 +0000
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