Every once in a while I peel my carcass out of my desk chair and go for an evening stroll. Lately I've noticed this tree eyeing me up suspiciously.
He's got this distrustful look on his face every time I walk by. "Keep walking," he says. "Nobody's buying your health-conscious walking-guy routine, so finish up your act and get back to your drawing."
He's a tough customer. I may have to find another route so I can avoid him. Happy Memorial Day. -v
