Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta..
After I finished my run tonight, still in my soaked running gear, I
walked directly to local grocery store for chocolate syrup and had the
following conversation with the woman at the check out counter.
her: Over ice cream or chocolate milk.
me: Chocolate milk.
her: Nothing hits the spot like a cold glass of chocolate milk.
me: Especially after a long run.
her: How far did you run tonight?
me: Half marathon. My third in three days.
her: God bless you. God bless you.
Then, as I walked away she said, "Nice legs."
"Thanks. I've worked hard for those."
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