Mr. Invisibility

I usually don't see many people on my morning jogs. At most I'll see 4 or 5. What I find unusual is that very few of the people I pass acknowledge me with a "Good Morning" or even a glance.

Most actually just continue to stare straight ahead or down at the ground pretending they don't notice this 200 lb. sweating mass of human protoplasm lumbering its way down the street not 3 ft. from their path. And some of these folks I pass by regularly.

I pass one old guy every time I run. Whenever I pass by he locks his eyes straight ahead. Today as I ran by I hollered "Good Morning!" to him in as cheery a voice as possible. No reaction. None. And I know he's not deaf.

I guess I'll just have to add him to all women under 30 for whom I have now become invisible.
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