Kristie and I were walking the dogs in the Ngaio gorge today, as we do virtually every day as long as the weather permits. The paths in the gorge are generally quite narrow, and if you should pass someone travelling in the opposite direction, it would generally mean that one person would have to make way for the other by stepping aside and letting the other person pass by. This generally happens many times a day, without incident, and with the person who was allowed to pass, thanking the person who would step aside. As I said this happens many times each day as the path is shared by both walkers and runners.
Today however, we were walking along the path and we noticed that there was a runner coming up the path, with two kids behind. So, as we would normally do, we quickly found a little alcove to step aside and let the runner through. What did we get for our consideration? Did we get a box of chocolates, flowers, or cold hard cash? Nope; we got nothing. Not even so much as a "thanks" from this jerk! OK, I understand that sometimes when you're exercising hard, you just don't have the energy to speak, but this guy didn't seem to be suffering from exertion; he did seem to have a bad case of arseolitis (totally made up word). He didn't even do the whole thank-you-nod. The arsickle (another totally made up word, but now I'm going to use it all the time) didn't even make eye contact.
What a wonderful example he was giving to his children, or as I now refer to them, arscubes.
Today however, we were walking along the path and we noticed that there was a runner coming up the path, with two kids behind. So, as we would normally do, we quickly found a little alcove to step aside and let the runner through. What did we get for our consideration? Did we get a box of chocolates, flowers, or cold hard cash? Nope; we got nothing. Not even so much as a "thanks" from this jerk! OK, I understand that sometimes when you're exercising hard, you just don't have the energy to speak, but this guy didn't seem to be suffering from exertion; he did seem to have a bad case of arseolitis (totally made up word). He didn't even do the whole thank-you-nod. The arsickle (another totally made up word, but now I'm going to use it all the time) didn't even make eye contact.
What a wonderful example he was giving to his children, or as I now refer to them, arscubes.
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