One Saturday after lunch, the harrier and his wife snuggled up in bed for a nap. An hour later, the harrier got up, dressed quietly, grabbed his hashing bag and gear and slipped quietly out to his car. As he drove out from his driveway, the skies open up and let loose a torrential downpour. But in true hashing spirit he continued in the rain.
But as soon as he turned onto the main road, he heard over the radio that the road leading to the runsite was blocked by a huge fallen tree and that it may take hours to be cleared. So he turned back home thinking its no point sitting it out in the car.
On reaching his house, he parked his car and went in. Quietly stripped off his clothes and slipped into bed. Cuddling up to his wife now with a different anticipation, he whispered "the weather out there is terrible". And the wife sleepily replied ... "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hashing in that shit?"
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