So as Pat was walking a good twelve kms the other day, I have no idea how many miles that is for you down the south way and I'm to lazy to make that treck and go check. If I had some one to beam me up, then I'd check, sure, yup. Oh had to throw that in there, as it was too much to bare. Yes he had to walk, following the sidewalks and chalk, as the new car had one more thing to do, get undercoated so it didn't rust up the gazoo, as the old one did, so I ran and hid. As when Pat throws on his jeans, Cassie and I make scenes, as we know there is a chance we'll have to go for a car ride, so like I said we hide.
Of course he could have taken a cab, stuck his hand out to grab, but cheap he is, anyway on to the daily biz. So as he was walking he came across a guy and this is no lie, who was walking in front of him, didn't seem at all dim, but he had a certain confliction or it could be more of an addiction. For he did something I only seen on TV, Monk to be more specifically.
As he walked he had to touch each post, not missing one as he walked along the coast. It didn't matter if it was a telephone pole, if there was a water hole, if it was a sign post, he had to step on toast, or if it was a tree, he touched each and everyone he went past and could see. The same finger he used as well, yes Pat noticed that and had to tell.
Yes I definitely have my vices I will admit and many others that view and sit, have some as well, some may be weird as hell, but what do you get out of touching each post? You think if you don't you'll be haunted by a ghost? One thing you do get is germs, also there were lots of worms. How do those things get on the cement sidewalk, it's not like they have some dirt lock, that they can burrow through, maybe they are dropped by rain or got lost from the zoo. Yeah they are both probably untrue, but if you ever need bait for fishing I can tell you, just go take a quick walk near cement somewhere and you'll find more worms then you can bare.
Geez went off on the worm rant, next time I'll make it an ant. As those suckers come out of the blue and get eaten by me or squashed and flushed down the loo. But back on task, as the guy didn't even wear a mask. Just walked down the street, all nice and neat, touching every single one, wonder if it's fun? Guess never know what one might see, when they are forced to walk for free.
Yes I know I wasn't like Brian and didn't make a poem out of it, so don't go have a fit. I just rhymed up a storm, which here is the norm, everywhere else I'm a loon, going to my own toon, which I guess that guy does as well, still amazed so I had to tell. Now as usual back to the lets Face it Facts, as I go down the plugging tracks, after I pass some gas from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.