Me running in the forest
Me: to the dog "Get out the swampy pool!"
Dog: obeys and runs over and shakes vigorously
Me:"pwoooooaaaarffff, oh jeez, that water stinks...... I stink now......... You dozy hound"
we run on. Then wafting gracefully towards us comes another runner, a young woman, neat and glowing.
Her: Beeeeeeep, pauses her watch " Do you know where the Barnston gate is?"
Me: Beeeeeeep, pauses watch "ermmm, no, well probably but not that name. Do you know any more?"
Her: "No"
Me: "Ah, sorry then I don't"
Her: "OK, thanks anyway", (I think I detect a slight wrinkle of the nose.) Beeeeeeep, starts watch and moves off in a graceful effortless waft, leaving behind a faint smell of roses
Me: Beeeeeeep, starts watch, moves off with a lumber, stumble, gasp, puff, grunt, flap, leaving a heavy smell of swamp.
Dog: looks at me quizzically
Me: "stop that! Some people are born graceful, others of us are not, not helped by being covered in swampy water and stinking like a sewer. And I should add, you're not looking too graceful yourself. I'd stay out the swampy pools in future"....stumble, flap, gasp......."Still, we should get a table to ourselves at the caff"......stumble, lurch, gasp, pant
Nobody invaded my personal space in the queue at the cafe, either.