When I applied for membership in the Dull Men’s Club back in 1980 they sent me an application form with space for writing additional information as needed. Knowing jogging was considered by the membership to be suspiciously exciting, I felt bound to confess that I had tried it—jogging—once but didn’t like it because my cigar kept going out. They granted me a dispensation.
I thought about this this morning when I discovered a new donut shop a perfect distance from my apartment for a nice walk.
Double chocolate, if you’re wondering.
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