The man with no pants

One of my running routes takes me through a quiet neighborhood. There’s a house along the route with a patio table and chairs on the front porch where I frequently see a young woman eating her breakfast outside. She’s usually wearing just her bathrobe. No judgment, its Lincoln, its a quiet neighborhood, and i would totally do it too….if I didn’t live on a busy street!

This morning it was her husbands turn to eat breakfast outside apparently! As I ran by I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. The man was sitting in a chair, wearing nothing but his boxers! He calmly sipped his coffee as I ran by….and gave me the head nod. I nodded back….with a big smile on my face!

Dude. I like your style.

πŸ™‚ Happy Friday friends! Make it great!

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