A man, a hammer, and a social experiement

June 25, 2014

Well, that’s curious, I thought.
Through the decades, I have found many things while jogging. Money. A ladder. Knives. Porn. Scissors. Car wrecks. And, most recently, a hammer.
While I padded around my little track down from the house by the highway, most folks in passing vehicles don’t mess with me but occasionally there are some jerks.
A few honk/wave and some try to be funny and pretend they don’t see me and edge over to the shoulder then, at the last moment, veer away. (Since I run facing traffic, I always see these morons and get way over.)

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