This has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but it was creepy.
Tree, if you're reading this, this is for you. I'm just waiting for you to contact me so I can post a pissycat section. There would be much rejoicing.
So, I'm running today at Twin Lakes, and things are going on that typically go on when I do that. A little dog chased me, a man would pass me, then I'd pass him, then he'd pass me...a sweet-looking older fellow waved and said hi. It was a glorious nice day today, mind you, so all of these things were particularly joyous. So on my second time around the lower lake, this guy in front of me stops on the bridge, turns around, and keeps looking at me like he's waiting for me. I can't make out who it is and think maybe he's someone I know, but then I realize his sweet-looking older female companion is wearing a tossle cap with a big pot leaf on it. Then I realize it's the same sweet-looking older fellow from before, and he waves at me again, says "Hello again", and leaves the bridge as soon as I'm past him. I think he's friendly. Fine. When I'm coming back from the upper lake, however, I recognize the pot leaf hat in the distance. Then I realize that the increasingly-creepy-seeming older fellow has noticed me. He leaves his female companion and starts running toward me. Not like running in my general direction but he'd pointed at me and started running right at me. He, however, is quite a bit older, so I manage to reach the place where the lakes meet before he does and I keep on going. I've had puppies chase me at twin lakes, but never an aged man who's left his companion behind to follow me. EW. Then my imagination started going, and I worried that maybe this older couple had no heir and was looking for someone like me to carry on their legacy. But that was about as likely as the idea that maybe the reason that car with flat tires with mice in it was sitting in front of my building for so long because someone had killed the owner and put them in the trunk. I must've had Arnzen's class the day I thought that.
I clearly shouldn't try so hard to post every day.
Posted by Jess P at October 3, 2003 05:07 PMWoah. That's a pretty intense post. It's a good thing you can run fast.
Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at October 3, 2003 05:21 PMAw why'd you say that? People keep saying the word "intense" at me, and I don't understand why. So is this what you mean about trying to catch the commenter while they're still online and talking back at them?
Posted by: Jess P at October 3, 2003 05:24 PMYour story makes me giggle. Not only because the thought of older people in sneakers depresses me (not to mention seeing them run), but because of the totally unrelated fact that the Elk County bars are infested with older men. Yet, whenever I go back there, I find myself at a bar...inevitably placing me in a sea of inebriated elders. This constantly repeated scenario makes me wonder why I bother with Elk County social life in the first place...
Pretty intense.
Crazy story. Though I had my share old men yelling cat calls as if they still were young.
Posted by: Tiffany Graham at October 4, 2003 02:38 PMGood scary story! A cautionary tale, reminding me to never ever go jogging at a park. Thanks for the warning.
Posted by: Michael Arnzen at October 6, 2003 12:26 AMAggh! Elk County! Bars! Running fast!
Posted by: Julie at October 7, 2003 01:30 PMIt really makes you think that life may just be a great big book that you are one of the main characters, but of course, that sounds incredibly self-indulgent, but your post secures that notion.
How weird!!!
Posted by: Amanda at October 16, 2003 11:52 PM