We had a sojourn to Phoenix Children's Hospital this week for Kidney Check 2010. (Ok, it was just our regular clinic appointment, but it's fun to dress it up every once in awhile. Roll with me.)
While the Children's Hospital was the focus of our visit, it was NOT where all the action was. Nope, the action was a few blocks from there.
See, the boys and I had to stop at the bank before heading to the Chinese Cultural Center for lunch and shopping, and the closest branch in the neighborhood was right around the corner from the Veterans' Hospital.
Imagine our surprise while driving down 7th Street to suddenly see a strawberry-blond, long-haired scraggly bearded guy bolting across the road in front of us. Stockinged feet, 3 hospital wristbands, delighted grin, and all.
He was making a break for it.
I would have been a little ill at ease with the whole thing if it hadn't been for the way he fairly pranced across the road with a you-know-what-eating grin on his face. He was going for it, he was taking a risk, he was gonna be in big trouble, but he was enjoying it while it lasted.
"Uhhhh, do you think we should call someone, Mom?" Tanner asked as we watched him bop through traffic.
Normally, I would have said yes, but this just felt like it was going to be ok.
"No, I have a feeling they'll figure this one out on their own," I replied.
He didn't look furtive, he didn't look nervous. Judging by the pure glee on the guy's face, I suspect he just might have done this before.
Hey, he's a vet. He gave who knows what for our freedom somewhere along the way. I say, let him live a little.
With the let up in the recent rains, it was a beautiful day for a run.
Love from the farm,