Last night, I raced a guy named Klingon.
I kid you not – I had just started walking/running up the (long) staircase at the Porter Square T station when I heard someone on the escalator say “So you wanna race.” I didn’t give it another thought; I turned to the guy (Klingon, as I later found out) and said “It’s on, now.” And then I started bookin’ it up the stairs, he up the escalator. I won, but I’m pretty sure he let me…
We introduced ourselves – “Dave” pales in comparison to “Klingon” (or even “Keno”, his given name) as an interesting name. Nice guy, that Klingon.