Yep, what do they call it, skylarking.
Saw a good one one morning around eightish. I was on an old W class tram, middle of winter, quite cold and gray. Two coppers were walking slowly side by side, not too close together, walking their beat in heavy great coats.
Enter our protagonist. An old, wrinkly, sinewy, fit jogger in shorts and a singlet.
Jogging up behind the coppers, arms elevated, the jogger jogged between the coppers tipping off both hats as he passed between them and immediately broke into a sprint with his chin in the air. A scream to watch.
The coppers tried to give chase but didn't have a hope. They gave up.
Made my day, made my week.
This sort of thing happens all the time.


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, showing my age


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