Every day around lunchtime there is a quiet but obvious competition outside my window. I work near a small lake that is mostly visited by migrating geese and ducks. Occasionally, local school children take a field trip to the lake to pick up garbage, but the most interesting visitors are the UPS and FedEx trucks that come every day during lunch. The Brown truck and the FedEx truck park in a single file on the nearly abandoned road adjoining the lake. After a minute or two, a driver appears from each truck. They walk to the footpath that parallels the shoreline without much conversation then stand toe-to-toe in a partial squat, and a ready, set, go is silently rocked. They blast around the mile-long pathway in a full sprint, heads back, breath steaming, and neither man slows for puddles, obstacles, or errant fowl.
FedEx always wins, but Brown always shows up.
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