It’s January 18 and I have
finally acted on my New Year’s Resolution to go the Elks Club for something
besides drinking $5 Manhattan cocktails.
It only happened because my
lunch plans fell through, but God works in mysterious ways.
The Elks Club gym is great
because there’s hardly ever anyone in there.
Today it was myself and another woman until two buff guys, one older and
one younger, came in.
Because it is a small room, I
could hear their entire conversation. It
transpired that the younger one was the personal trainer of the older one, and
they hadn’t seen each other since Christmas.
Young guy: “I had an OK
Christmas, but the big news is that my wife just found out she’s pregnant!”
Older guy: “Congratulations,
I guess. I mean, are you sure it’s
yours?”
If I had been holding a free
weight, I would have dropped it on my foot.
Is this how men talk to each other??
Young guy, uncomfortably
laughing, “Um, yes, pretty sure it’s mine.”
Older guy: “Welcome to the shit
show, then. What should I set this
machine for?”
Emotional constipation? Or is
he just a terrible person? Women should
probably just be raising babies in women-only communes.
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