Please forgive me if I've told you this story before.
My friends and I would often play ultimate frisbee in the city park. The games were fun, but I always preferred what I dubbed, 'the lazy bum circle'. You know, the post game chat?
Anyhoo, sometimes they would go till dark.
One night, we chatted till dark, which normally wasn't a problem, but this time I had walked to the park. It really was not far away, but the gentlemen being gentlemen, several offered a ride, but I refused, as no one was going that way.
So I started off home, humming Eponine's 'On My Own'. Seriously.
As I was walking down 600 E, I realized there was a car driving really slowly, behind me on the road. No, it was not a car. It was a van. An old dodge van. And the sliding door was open.
Don't Panic, I told myself.
It was hard, but my Self listened.
That is, until I noticed the van stopped when I stopped.
And then, it started when I started again.
About the time the van was going to overtake me, I was bear a yard that had a knee high chain-link fence, with rose bushes behind. I thought, well, that's going to hurt.
Just as I was about to leap the fence, and the car was overtaking me... I realized it was a newspaper delivery person.
This is a true story.
The end.
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