This morning I woke up at my usual time, the middle of the night, as Evan affectionately calls it.
I bypassed the gym because it's cold, dark, and the holidays.
I stopped at the end of our street, look both ways, and proceeded to turn.
The individual, traveling at the speed of light, was not happy with the results.
This individual, in an attempt to break the world speed record, proceeded to jet past me.
They swerved back into my lane just in time to make a quick right hand turn at the next light.
In an attempt to express their appreciation, they rolled down the window and shared with me their version of a partridge in a pear tree.
Oh, the joys of the Christmas season.
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