Run, Kid, Run

Frances and I were walking towards the train station when we caught up to a young, stringy, nerdy lookin' high-school aged gent hauling an oversized backpack to the station. When we got close to him, he turned his head slighty towards us then proceeded to speed up. Fran and I looked at each other and without a word the game was on. We sped up to the kid, cased our conversation and waited. The kid picked up his pace again and almost started running. We caught up to the kid for a third time. He tried to run away until he was caught behind a couple walking slow. It was just like real driving.

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .