I had to stay late at work so instead of leaving at 4:30, I left at 5:30. I'm so used to cycling home when it was still light so I wasn't too thrilled with the darkness. I was about a mile from the spot where "the body" was supposedly located. All of a sudden, without warning, a cyclist comes flying up on my left and yells, "BOO!" I almost fell off the bike! It was Travis, a young kid I met a few weeks ago. We cycled home together on two occasions. I said, "Travis sweetie...let me tell you a story about a body." And then, "DON'T EVER SCARE ME AGAIN!" He said, "My bad, P...my bad." I couldn't stop laughing.

Quote Originally Posted by kmehrzad View Post
What a dull day then, eh?