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© Copyright 2009
The opinions expressed herein are my own personal opinions and do not represent anyone else's view in any way, including those of my employer.
© Copyright 2009
Today something happened. First of all, Mandy (the spokeswoman of the Maggots) could not make it to the gym to workout. That was the catalyst. Jim and I were left alone to face the endless tirades of the elderly patrons on our own. Jim was doing great. He answered all of the questions about where our third was; why, when and how. He made the apologies for being absent the day before . . . he even worked out on the elliptical machine! But, just as we were closing out the day, heading over to do our ab workout….we turned the corner and there it was! Someone had left their sweatshirt on the thingie on which we normally work out our abs. Jim and I froze. Each of us looking at the other with a futile hope that the other would know what to do. Now, if Mandy had been there she would simply have gone over there and tossed it aside with no thought of the consequences. But, alas, she was not there!
We conferred for awhile, weighed the possible alternatives, considered foregoing the ab workout altogether, but after moments of heated discussion Jim decided to man up and remove the shirt himself.
As he walked away, as if in slow motion, not knowing what fate lay in store, I thought to myself, “There goes a brave, brave man.”
He reached up, hesitated only for a moment and then . . . silence ringing in my ears . . . gently placed the shirt atop a nearby machine. He looked up, gazed around. Relief was palpable as we both realized we were in the clear.
We resumed normal workout procedures and once again thanked God that there is a Mandy.
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7:24 PM - January 16th, 2009
This is quite possibly the most hilarious illustration of just how similar you and Jim are. It is also makes it painfully obvious, I LOVE nerds/geeks. I have to say, they make the every day things fun, interesting, and noticeable. Yes, I would have moved the dreaded sweatshirt without hesitation - and probably (gasp) asked those patrons around us if the shirt was theirs before moving it. But, where’s the fun in that? I would much rather be surrounded by people who are different, unique and hilarious. You guys’ minds don’t work like mine and I love it. I think I told you that, Courtney, LONG ago in a blog very similar to this one
http://theycallmebobby.com/archives/12
It’s still true
7:41 PM - January 16th, 2009
As I left the relative safety found in the herd (Courtney and I) and I started across the vast wasteland between me and the sweatshirt, I was struck with two thoughts.
One, I realized that I had only minutes ago put down my notebook, which is typically my only defense against the bright and scary outside world. “Too late,” I thought. No turning back now.
Two, I was visited by a memory of a scene in the Stanley Kubrick movie “Full Metal Jacket.” In this scene, an American soldier is walking through a war-torn city in North Viet Nam. He sees on the ground a teddy bear, and bending to pick it up, he realizes too late that it is booby-trapped. It explodes and he is killed. “Nah…that’s not very likely,” I told myself, only half-believing it. Ahead I trudged; a little slower, maybe.
Once the sweatshirt was in my hand and had not and was not exploding, I breathed again. It was then that I noticed the sounds around me in the gym. Up to that point, only the sound I heard was that of my own increasingly stressed heartbeat.
I placed the sweatshirt down, looked for the welcoming eyes of my herd, and returned to workout mode.
4:27 PM - January 18th, 2009
I always meant to tell you, Mandy. That blog you wrote all that time ago….well, that picture of me really sucks! lol I am not still that fat, right? Or am I fatter? Sorry….i mean, thanks for the compliment! Really I am just being silly…..but really, that picture sucks totally.