I’m over 6 toes tall, I’ve lengthy legs, and I stroll actually quick. Due to this, I’m always passing different individuals on the road, and few different individuals ever go me.
That’s… till in the present day, in Poznan, Poland, when a tall younger man with quick, brown hair and a protracted, pointed nostril started passing me on my right-hand aspect. Not eager to let him get forward of me so simply, I picked up my tempo.
After a second or two the younger man and I had been strolling aspect by aspect… step-by-step. It was form of an ungainly second, so I seemed over on the man and mentioned, “You wanna race?”
A silent second handed. I wasn’t certain if this man spoke English or understood me in any respect. I used to be in Poland in spite of everything!
However then… hastily… the person seemed again over at me with a depraved little grin on his face and mentioned, “Vith pleasah!” (With pleasure!)… after which we each took off working down the sidewalk like schoolchildren.