Morning walk

On Sunday, Chris got up to take his walk and asked if I wanted to go.
I did not.

I like taking walks, but on Sundays the walk should not begin before, say, 10am.
Chris likes to get started at 7am.

He went on without me and when he returned all sweaty and proud of himself for getting up and getting healthy, he found me in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the news.
He was carrying his walking stick and he told me about the women he passed while walking.

"There were these two Asian women..." he began.
They are ALWAYS Asian.

"Hmmm..." I said.
"And when they passed, one of them said to me, 'That's a BIG stick!'"

I laughed because Chris' imitation of petite Asian women is pretty funny, and even though I had a pretty good idea of what he would say back, I asked anyway.
"And what did you say?"

"Well," he said. "I was going to say, oh, you mean this," he said, holding up his stick.
"Yep," I said. "That's pretty much what I thought."
"But no," he said. "I just said it was for chasing away the neighborhood cats."

Now, he says he's going out to take a walk with his Asian girlfriends.
And that's fine with me as long as I don't have to get up early on Sunday morning.