This is when an overweight officecel has been sitting at a red light for a couple minutes in his mind, and I come running hard to get through the green light before the pedestrian countdown begins, sometimes breaking into a full sprint if the light turns yellow.

And while running like fuk, making and holding direct Bert-stare eye contact with the driver who's feeling the mog of exercise, a concept foreign to he who remains in a chair all day and needs a metal beast to get around, unlike I who uses my legs to run like the wind.

After clearing the intersection and successfully rustling the red stoplightcel's jimmies I run on

Cheers

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