I don't have a scale at home, so I take the opportunity to weigh myself at the gym. I'm a stickler for getting the precise weight, but stripping naked and hopping on the scale isn't an option. Technically, I suppose I could, but I shan't startle those enjoying the HDTV next to the scale. Eighth Amendment!
Instead, I decided to weigh my shoes; mix a little arithmetic into my preworkout regiment. I carefully centered the shoes, noted the weight, and began to slip the shoes back on. As I looked up, this kid was just staring at me.
Wait a second! I know that look! That's the, "you crazy old person. My generation isn't nearly as insane." Oh, my god! I'm old.
Stupid little whippersnapper.
P.S. If you care to know, a pair of New Balance 587s, size 12 1/2, weighs 1.4 pounds.
1 comments:
I think he was just wondering why you were on your knees with your shoes on the scale. He was also probably wondering why you were the only fully clothed person in the locker room. You gymnophobiac (a.k.a. never nude.)
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