A guy comes down to the pier. Sets up a folding chair. Gets a mask and a single fin out of a bag. Straps a dive knife on his left leg. He sits on the pier. Removes his right leg. Leaves the leg on the pier and swims away.
My dear friend, Carlton gave me a cold. He caught it from his seat mate on the plane. I am pretty sure that some evil virus will be unleashed on humankind via the coach passengers on a plane.
In deference to my cold, I only walked 5.1 miles today.