Bespectacled, angular, optimistic computer programmer Arnold Shnuar took up jogging to expand his horizons, exercise. On his third trip out, he chose a modest pace on a popular downtown running trail. Thoughts of possibly running a marathon sparked through Arnold's mind as he scanned the trail for women. One approached, lithe, tan, in Lyrca shorts, sports bra, pony tail. Raising his hand in salutation, she returned the gesture and smiled before she zipped by. Confidence buoyed, Arnold picked up his pace, raised his chin, verily spit phlegm, which accidentally landed on the leg of a muscular Belgium trainer overtaking Arnold.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
An anagram of Arnold Shnuar is Lunar Hadrons. :-)