The jogger

I celebrated New Years up north with my lady friends and my gentlemen friends, and we all partied at Boyfriend's apartment. The morning after, my lady friends and I left at 10:30 in the morning. It was so strange walking to the car because absolutely nobody was outside. It was one of those moments like on TV where people think time is frozen.

As we pulled out of our parking spot, we noticed an older man facing our car who looked like he was about to go jogging. He looked at us angrily and shook his head, then as soon as he finished putting his gloves on, he made a fist and pounded it into his open hand.

And we had absolutely no idea why he did this.