an interesting roadside encouter
I was walking Rascal this afternoon when a jogger stopped me to ask a startling question: 'can you tell me where I am?' Unfortunately, this was not a case of totally awesome amnesia like you see in the movies and occasionally in real life, but a rather a poor woman who had set off to get some exercise on her lunch hour and gotten herself completely lost. The problem, which I told her I completely understood, was that she failed to comprehend the staggeringly large expanse of the air field; her notion was that she could loop around somehow and get back to her place of business without having to cover the same ground twice. Well, she could have, but only if she were content to run another five or seven miles, on top of the four she had already done. When I told her that she asked me if she could pay me to give her a ride back. I did it for free. It could have been me! if I were capable of running more than 25 yards at a time. And also if I had a job out of the house. Hypotheticals, you know.