Staremaster

A few years ago when I was supposed to be walking for exercise, I happened to run into a buddy of mine who convinced me to come with him to the nearby coffee shop where we each ordered a cup of coffee and some donuts. As we talked and sipped at our coffee, I had a full view of the street through the shop's streetside window. I noticed that a really buff, fitness-guru type, was jogging along the sidewalk. With real macho styling, he'd removed his shirt to show off his chiseled abs.

As that Mister Macho jogged along, I realized he was staring across the street at this chick jogging in the other direction, probably to see if she was gazing in adoration at his Adonis body. Just then, 'whang,' he hit one of those diagonal cables that brace telephone poles! The impact literally suspended him in mid-stride. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around the cable, but his momentum caused him to do a spin and a half around the cable, as he clutched it close.

I guess the sun was reflecting off of the shop's windows because he didn't spot any of us sitting inside, as he jumped back and whipped his head left and right, checking to see if anybody had seen his collision with the cable.

I hadn't noticed my slightly out-of-shape friend sitting with me was also watching until he growled, "I hope that pulled out his chest hair."

We both guffawed as did a half a dozen other patrons, who must have seen that collision. Then we went back to drinking our coffee and eating the donuts, having known all along that jogging can be dangerous.

This bit of humor was originally published in Big Rapids Biz Journal beneath an article about a brand-new coffee shop,