| Comment | One time I ran from Weyms Bay to Greenock. I got dropped off by my wife in the car and she picked me up at the other end. She'd left me in a car park as I sorted out my stuff, headphones etc and someone started giving me stick about if I'd parked there. Full-on curtain twitcher mode. I said no and that I'd simply jumped out, but she didn't believe me. I wish in retrospect I'd said yes, pointed somewhere random and said *that's my car there, bye*, and run away, leaving her to stew all day. |
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