Originally Posted by recumbenttoad

...One day, however, I got to the top of a really large hill and turned around to see if he was behind me yet. He was at the bottom of the hill and not paying attention to where I was. I turned off and hid behind a bush and waited a few minutes for him to get to the top and pass me. I made sure that he was a ways ahead before I started out again. The next day at work he asked me where I had gone to since he never caught up with me. I told him I took the normal route home and that I guess I had just had a really good day or he had had a really bad one. He wasn't just disappointed that he didn't catch me (or so he thought), he was angry at himself for being so slow. I think it was a year before I told him the truth. I had a lot of laughs over that year.