I find some things just downright weird. Maybe I’m being a bit judgmental, but I don’t think this is too far out in left field.
Today I was out walking the dog and saw someone out for a run. That wasn’t weird at all. I mean, there they were, out in their running shoes with their running shorts and a shirt that matched their shoes and socks, headphones in, sunglasses on, not a care in the world. Not weird yet.
The weird part? They were smoking. Yeah. Smoking. While running. I’m pretty sure that puts the moron in oxymoron.