It is true that I am known as a walker. I walk or take the train everywhere, once had a car but, in the throes of being a good aunt, lent it to my nephew, who in the midst of being irresponsible, wrecked, totaled, and destroyed the auto, thus I walk. Discovered that jaywalking, has the same rush as good sex, thrill of darting in between cars, running across busy streets, daring the drivers to stop or hit me, one hand hoping they apply the brakes, other hand not, could sue and make millions, or I could be dead, hmm, better rethink that one. Pushing the pedestrian button, willing the light to change, so I can legally cross, tapping my foot on the hard concrete, man, it's cold out here today, should have brought my sweater, light finally shows the blessed signal, and off I go, walking quickly to the other side, before the flashing stops, very hard to do with groceries in your hand, but manage shall I. Love to walk, now, have lost inches and weight, energy and stamina increased, less colds and flu, and arrogance in abundance.Birth sign: Taurus
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