Running

I went out to have breakfast with my friend Todd. We lived in a walk-around neighborhood, so we walked to the restaurant. On the way there, a guy jogged by us.

”You know,” said Todd, “A man running this fast is bound to be running from something.”

I did not laugh.

”But,” Todd continued, “No matter how fast you run, you can’t run from yourself.”

I gave Todd an evil look, trying to communicate all my anger to him. “Very funny, Todd. Very… veeeery funny.” He knew I was considering opening a bakery. And later running it. “Very funny, Todd.”

Todd was an evil man.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk