Staremaster

 A few years ago when I was supposed to be walking for exercise, I happened to run into a buddy of mine who convinced me to come with him to the nearby coffee shop where we each ordered a cup of coffee and a donut. As we talked and sipped at our coffee, I had a full view of the street through the shop’s window. I noticed that across the street a really buff fitness guru type was jogging along the sidewalk. With real macho styling, he’d removed his shirt to show off his chiseled abs.

 As Mister Macho jogged along he glanced across the street to see if this chick jogging in the other direction was gazing in adoration at his Adonis body. Then 'whang' he hit one of those diagonal cables that brace telephone poles. The impact literally suspended him in mid stride. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around the cable but his momentum caused him to do a spin and a half around the cable as he clutched it close.  I guess the sun was reflecting off of the shop’s window because he didn’t spot any of us inside as he whipped his head left and right checking to see if anybody had seen his collision with the cable.

 I hadn't noticed my slightly out of shape friend sitting with me was watching until he growled, "I hope that pulled out his chest hair."  We both guffawed as did a half a dozen other patrons. Then we went back to drinking our coffee and eating the donuts, having known all along that jogging can be dangerous.

Jim Fox

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