The other day at the gym, I came to the realization that I am now a prominent member of Peoria society. Here's how I know:
A burly man with a long, sweaty, curly mullet and a cut-off flannel shirt asked me if I'd "watch his duffel" while he went to "take a whiz."
I've never been so honored.
Now if he'll only ask me to spot him on the squat rack...
1 comment:
hahaha... in case i've never told you... blog posts like these make my work day worthwhile. see ya tonight:)
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