Yesterday, I walked home from work. At roughly 6:17 p.m. I was on Newbury Street and was about to hit Arlington when I saw a man pushing a double wide baby jogger. But this was not just any man.
This man had a painter's hat, a huge 1920's supervillian mustache and a red bandana tied artfully around his neck.
It took all of the restraint I could muster but I managed not to shout, "It's a meeee MARIO" as I passed. Instead I smiled widely and he stared at me.
The end.
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