On Friday I got home and found a notice of delivery attempt in my mail for a package I ordered from Amazon. I talked to my mail carrier on Saturday about getting the package and she told me that if I stopped by the post office at 3, she would give it to me as she got off her shift. I said that I would walk over there at that time, to which she replied, “Oh, you can’t do that; it’s too far.”

I answered, “Oh, it’s not much further than the grocery store and I walk over there all the time.”

She looked at me with suspicion and said, “Don’t you have a car?”

Now, that’s not so absurd, but what I find very odd is that we have many in our neighborhood who put on track suits and running shoes and go walking random and aimless paths around the neighborhood, only to end up back at home and no one questions this somewhat pointless behavior, yet if I put on good shoes and go walked with the object of actually reaching a destination and getting back home again, I am somehow suspect.

I guess this is because we live in a society where people drive over to the gym, park as close to the door as they can possibly get (after driving around the parking lot for 15 minutes, wasting gas while they wait for a parking space to open up close to the front), and then go in and pay someone to help them exercise so they can lose weight. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.