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I called it wogging
because it was
a mixture of
walking and jogging
Anyway,
during a good portion
of my Jefferson HS days,
I wogged five miles
before the school day began
One particular morning,
(approximately 5AM)
I am about to cross
Buena Vista Street
at Verdugo Avenue,
but the light was red
and a Burbank Police car
was about the cross
the same intersection.
So I jogged in place,
nodding to the officer.
But he revved his engine
and went through
the red light,
giving me a thumbs up
while he did so.
Therefore, I jogged through
a red light
with permission
from a cop.
One block later,
I had to stop jogging
and begin walking
because I was
laughing so hard
One week later,
the same cop stopped me
for driving through
a red light
I reminded him
of our Buena Vista
encounter:
He gave me a high five
instead of a ticket
One week later,
the same cop stopped me
for driving through
a red light
I reminded him
of our Buena Vista
encounter:
He gave me a high five
instead of a ticket
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