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I was out playing billiards with some friends the other night when I made a lucky shot, and my opponent wiggled a retaliatory finger at me in a menacingly ticklish manner.
Oh, Lord, do I hate being tickled.
"Oh, no, you don’t," I warned him, assuming a chumbi stance, lowering my head and slanting my eyes up at him from dropped brows. “I was a white belt with one stripe in Tae Kwon Do before I moved out here.” I chopped the air with what I hoped was convincing gusto.
There was a moment of silence and then he burst out in very real laughter. “Michelle,” he gasped, “That’s like being rewarded for walking and chewing bubble gum at the same time.” And with that, he promptly dropped me to the floor and sat on me.
He won that billiards game, and every one thereafter.
I changed my workout schedule, and so I’m out for my first four-thirty am run in Southern California. NO ONE ELSE is out running but me. Baffled, I smile smugly and dominate the sidewalks …until the sprinklers come on, and I get DRENCHED.
There’s a reason for everything.
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