Friday, November 6, 2009

Wayne Sulu Friday

Sulu broke into a dead run. Phil, the man he was following, all of a sudden decided to initiate his new year's resolution to get more conditioning work. He just started sprinting.

Or he knew Sulu was there.

Sulu didn't care. He had planned on confronting Phil and didn't mind being spotted. What he didn't count on was the aerobic activity in Allen Edmunds shoes. Oh my. These will get scuffed.

Just as Phil started his fast-paced movement, he stopped, bent over, with his hands on his knees. Sulu could see how hard he was breathing and took some wonderful, delicious glee that he was nowhere near as tired.

As Sulu approached, he was ready for whatever weapon would be drawn, whatever trick that would be pulled. Any hijinks.

What he hadn't counted on was what happened next.