Sunday, January 18, 2009

Excuse me

The other day I was going for my usual run along Victoria, minding my own business, of course, when I hear something behind me. Assuming it is a faster runner or a cyclist, I scoot over to the side of the path.

Excuse me. I hear the person much clearer this time and also the jangling of wheels. It must be a cyclist, so I scoot all the way off the trail thinking they must need more room.

Excuse me. This time I turn to see a kid (I’m guessing middle school age) on a scooter. He needs to know the time (probably because he’s supposed to be home by a curfew and the street lights are already on by now). I'm tempted to ask him if he went to speech and if he could ask me for the time again using the sounds he’s been practicing. He has some obvious articulation errors.

I tell him the time and start running on my way. Now, you’ll have to remember, my best beloved (yes, Jack, that's for you and Mr. Kipling), that he is on a scooter and I am 4 miles into a six mile run. I expect him to go his way since he now knows the time; however, that’s not what he expects. He is all set to have an in depth conversation with me about my training regimen while I jog along and he scoots right beside me.

I pick up the pace, and to my chagrin so does he. After a series of non answers, he finally gets the hint and scoots along to bother another poor runner who just wants to mind their own business.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The elves are returning to the North Pole

FYI - Get your fill of the Robertson Family Elves as they are retiring on January 15th unless you want to buy them for $5.

Keep posted in the next few days for some great stories of minding my own business involving boys on scooters and principals running from my office. You may even get a lesson on how to teach your cat to be sweet, if you're lucky.