That is salty!

I can see the 63 building very clearly, so I go out for a run. I take a new route, and find that it conveniently adds 8km to my usual run. I am feeling good, so run for 15km. By the end of the 15km I am dripping with sweat. A man comes up to me and rubs a wheat cracker on my face, then eats it.

Man: Thanks.
Me: What are you doing?
Man: I accidentally bought the unsalted biscuits.
Me: But what are you doing?
Man: You are very salty.

I lick a drip of sweat off my top lip. He is right, I am very very salty. I maybe shouldn't run this far in the heat.

Me: Okay. I am salty. But from now on, you have to ask if you want something.

He shows me another cracker.

Man: Just one more?

Me: Okay. One more. But not from the face.

I lift up my shirt and turn around so that he can wet up the cracker on my back.