03.11.08
Intercontinental, but only when I eat French Toast
Today on the bike path I saw a lone figure jogging towards Charlie and myself. I recognized the sweatshirt as a Madison winter track one from a few years ago, but the wearer was too old to be a high school student. He got closer and I realized who it was.
THE MR. SHATILA!
He ran by and I nearly burst out laughing because forreals, of all the people to run into from Madison, it HAD to be Mr Shatila.
Thinking that to be the end of my encounter with him, I continued on my way. A few minutes later a heavily accented voice sounded frolm behind me. "Who is getting exercise, you or dog?"
"UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM(think, god dammit Wonder, say something, ask him how Chasse is doing, wait, does he still even work at Madison? Wasn't he fired? Ask him about Lebanon? Too soon? Was he even FROM Lebanon?!)MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...BOTH?"
"How are you?"
"GOOD (why am I yelling?!?)"
"Ok, bye now."
"OKAY."
And with that he jogged away. I think the best part of everything was that he was wearing a blue and white striped beanie with a giant pom pom on top.
Oh Shatila, he's probably still out on that path, still running, like gorillas in the mist.
ratherbored at 14:14