He picks some funny ones.

Half the men in jail seem to be friends of his." I decided to change the subject.
"I was told to change clothes and walk back after a mile or so," I said.

"Suppose we don't make it a Marathon.

Why walk farther than we need to ?" "Uh!" I think he was feeling sore enough to take me ten miles for the satisfaction of making me tramp them back to Jerusalem.

But it turned out not to be his day for working off grievances.