"But I can drive you home! Why would you want to walk?!" So the shift just ended, and we're all piling out into the crisp November night. "Hey! Needalift?" I turn my head in the general direction of the voice.  It's one of my hammy co-workers.  He's offering me a ride home. "No thanks.  It's a nice night.  I'm going to walk." His brain slowly registers what I've said (and his face takes on the general shape of a dry prune hitting a bowl of lumpy oatmeal), but the rest of him takes some time to catch up. "But I can drive you home! Why would you want to walk?!" I normally don't shit(lord) where I eat.  The intial offer of a ride home was nice, and I said thank you/no thank you, but now I'm getting annoyed. "Eh, I guess you're right.  I shouldn't be walking home." And as I get into the parking lot, I break out into a light jog. It was a fun run home.