gnarly.

as i'm walking with a little song in my head this morning enjoying the superfresh, cleaned-by-the-hurricane-force-winds air from last night i suddenly hear behind me one of those old man lung-clearing throat things and i brace myself for the worst, my ultimate etiquette pet-peeve: the loogie. and sure enough, after about 10 seconds of phlegm-scraping sounds, the loogie makes its appearance. and who comes bounding by? not an old man at all. it's a bouncy brunette with a ponytail a'bobbin'. so horrible and so wrong on many levels. what is with me and runners lately?