Peppers Peppers Peppers

 Before I start I want to take a minute to talk about what is going on here at www.kuhlers.wordpress.com. I am in the process of doing a overhaul to the site. I have been doing this for a month and figure thats plenty of time for a complete upgrade. I am trying to get some different features on this thing just to make it a little more user friendly. Places for videos, flickr (whatever that is), and twitter (whatever that is). With the first race coming up in a few weeks it would be a shame to not have video and a picture of the ambulance that carries me away. So be patient with me for a bit, once the final product is up I will guarantee it will be the best website on the internet about a fat guy running. 

Now its story time. This story is along the same lines as my previous story. It does involve somebody getting hit by something. This time I was actually at the center of the problem. I’m going to cut to the chase, I drilled an 8 year old with a grocery cart. Here is what happened. I was at the local grocery store here in East Nashville shopping for some produce. My cart was running parallel with the produce section and there was about 2 feet in between my cart and the  fruits and veggies. I’m standing there staring at some oranges and a kid comes running through screaming “peppers, peppers, peppers!” I thought it was hilarious even though he almost hit me and my cart and broke my concentration while trying to decide which orange to buy. I even thought it was hilarious the second time he did it. I even laughed the third and fourth time he did it. The fifth time I started to get a little annoyed. I was sicking of hearing peppers, peppers, peppers, and I was tired of having to move out of the way cause the snotty nosed kid wanted to thread the needle between my cart, me and the produce. After the sixth time I was switching to offensive mode. I was going to make his next  run a difficult one. I came up with my plan and got ready for my strike. I saw the kid start heading my way and I heard the battle cry that let me know this was for real, peppers, peppers, peppers. As the kid came running by me, I grabbed my cart and turned it towards the aisle. Instead of the 2 feet in between cart and aisle he was left with about 6 inches. I wasn’t trying to hit him, I just wanted him to work a bit harder for this one. I was expecting him to turn his body sideways and slide on through but he didn’t turn his body, and he didn’t slide on through. If you can picture a linebacker hitting a quarterback without the quarterback actually knowing what was about to happen is the best way to describe the collision. His head went one way and his body went the other way. His body eventually ended up on top of some corn. I said I was sorry and helped him out of the corn and back on his feet. He wasn’t hurt, but he did look stunned. The moral of this story is don’t mess with people when they are trying to buy fruit. 

Patrick

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