18th
I accept this version of the story except that I didn’t call them “assholes.” Though I will admit my tone of voice implied that.
I must now also add that after we finished, Parker insisted that we walk an extra hundred feet so she could “stretch” in front of the fire house. With her butt aimed at the windows.
Snickles and I ran along the waterfront on Sunday, and passed the fire station a few times. On our second lap, a firetruck… and firefighters!… blocked our path. I, of course, stopped running, and tried to chat up my future husband, who said, “I just wanted to give you a little break from your run.” As I replied, “I’ll take the break,” Snickles ran around the firetruck blocking our path and yelled, “We don’t want a break! We’re running for speed, assholes!” Needless to say, they didn’t invite us into their house for omelettes.
A little shout-out to PC’s current nuptial fantasy.
