People Shout Things At Me While I'm Running

(This entire post should be read in a British accent)

I went running a few days ago, and I received one of the most original things hollared at me. It was quite HI-larious. A person shouted, "Run, Forrest! Run!" See, I had never heard this before. I wondered aloud, "Who is this Forrest person, I say? And whyever is he running?"

Only then did I realize that this person passing by thier automobile was referencing the film Forrest Gump, starring the delightfully charming and immensely talented Tom Hanks. I had heard this before. Well, I'll tell you, old chap, I nearly soiled my undergarments right there in the town square!

Kudos to that gentle lad or lady who was intelligent enough to pull that reference out from the nether regions of our collective psyches. Good show! Jolly good show, indeed!

I say, to those who say there is a lack of originality in this world, I say look no further than your own roadways! Talent is zooming by, honking and waving. Oftentimes, talent will throw an empty bottle at you, and on rare occasions, that bottle might be filled. Not with whiskey or refreshing soda pop, but with pure, unadulterated originality and talent!

Sometimes, though, it will be whiskey. And I will say, it can be quite painful and odorous. But whiskey and originality!? What a thing to have on our roadways!

We truly live in magical times, indeed!


(and... scene.)