>> Thursday, June 19, 2008
I don’t have much for two. But I do have something to say to the skinny old guy at the Y who was in the locker room next to me yesterday.
Dear skinny old guy at the Y:
It’s fine if you want to sit naked on the bench in the locker room as I’m changing next to you. It’s maybe a little weird that you just sit there, stark naked, just staring into your locker, but it’s really not a big deal. But when you reach into your locker, pull out a banana, slowly peel it, and eat it right there next to me while you are still stark-ass naked, that IS a little creepy. Is that the new “foot under the bathroom stall door” signal for guys who want to get it on with other guys? I’m flattered, but I’m married. And straight. If neither of those were true, I’d probably go for someone one-quarter your age. And someone less willing to have his bare testes on a random bench for that length of time. I mean, you probably have plantars warts or athletes foot on your boy-parts now.
It’s better you hear this now than for me to drag this out for a while.
Oh, here’s a little something for two: I live with (and will be running Grandma’s with) two Linder sisters. Just so everyone knows, they’re not gassy at all and their farts don’t stink. (Score some brownie points for Steve!)
And good luck to all the racers that I know in the two big races this weekend: Grandma's Marathon on Satuday and Ironman Coeur d'Alene on Sunday. Good luck racers!! Be safe! Be strong!