Urban joggers will be familiar with the sweaty, droplet-y, 2-metres-be-damned runner who charges straight down the middle of the pavement, forcing meek lady-joggers into the road.
One of these types went past me & another lady-jogger early this morning. My fellow lady-jogger was going at about 0.001 miles an hour & looked like a frail version of Miss Marple. If you were to play word association, &
#39;defibrillator&
#39; & &
#39;wheelchair&
#39; would come to mind.
Reader, she gladdened my heart by most unexpectedly shouting &
#39;PISSHEAD&
#39; at him.
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