Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Another Letter

Dear hairy, sweaty, smelly, wife-beater-wearing, old man at the gym,
There were 9 machines to my left, 3 to my right, 13 in front of me, and 11 behind me - all open and free for your use. I counted. Why did you make yourself right at home on the machine next to me? I do not understand. Do you like the smell of my sweat? Cause I don't reciprocate...

4 comments:

snittymagee said...

ugh, I hate that so much. Reminds me of a story Megan told me.

Anonymous said...

I think you know why. It's because the gym is the only place I can meet beautiful women who care about their bodies as much as I care about mine. I could tell from the fast pace of your workout, that you would be able to keep up with me outside of the gym. Hope to see you there again sometime. Save me a machine...even if they're all open anyway.

Nathan said...

That was me. Just couldn't resist.

Larissa said...

Nathan, Nathan....you think you are so clever....and you are...cause I still don't know which Nathan this is...