On the Dangers of Physical Exercise

I was leaving out this morning with the kids to drop them off at Grandmom's house, when up at the end of the street I espied one of those people.

You know--joggers.

As I got closer, I saw that he had the look common to these people, being that he was in full grimace, looking like he was about to keel over. And, of course, since we have nice sidewalks in our neighborhood, he was running in the street.

When we made the turn at the stop sign, the full impact of the horrors of physical exercise were there for all to see--in his inexplicable urge to go out and sweat and take up a lane of traffic, he also had to jog right by a nice, big, fat, toothy, freshly-killed, POSSUM!

"EWWW! Look, that guy was jogging out in the street and he had to run right by that by that big dead possum!"

"WHERE!? WHERE DADDY!?" The whole van erupted into chaos.

"Right there on the street! Y'all act like you've never seen a dead possum before!"

Rebecca piped up, "I haven't. We never do get to see them when we sit back here. I've seen a dead squirrel before, though."

"Well, there's a possum."

"Boy, they're ugly, aren't they, Daddy!"

You betcha.

But not as ugly as some guy running in the street who has to avoid stepping in one.
posted by Terry at 2:10:00 PM