So I was out on a short run Tuesday night in the city, and I turned a corner (slowing down, because you can't see around corners in the city because of the buildings) and almost ran into a kid - probably about a 10-year old boy. He said "Oh man, I was about to get wiggy on him!"
I'm not sure what that means, but I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Guess I'm glad he didn't get wiggy on me?
Gettin' wiggy wit it?
Maybe I am getting old...
Speaking of old...I'm off to Bucknell tomorrow after work for Homecoming! :)
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