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Saturday, March 09, 2013

On The Road

CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT HOTEL -- The workout room here is quite nice.  Pool, hot tub, weights, yoga mats with lots of floor space for poses, machines, treadmills, and water!  I'm working away quietly,  no one else around, doing my best to embrace the sweat when Little Missy arrives on the treadmill right next to mine.  I will never understand why someone would bypass every other machine to be right next to mine when there is no one else around.  It's like taking a leak at a urinal.  If someone else is there, proper etiquette calls for at least one urinal's distance from the other guy.  Unless of course, there are ulterior objectives.  In her most Paula Deen southern drawl she begins the following:

ME:  Saying absolutely nothing, eyes straight ahead, walking vigorously.
Little Missy:  Mornin'.  Does the TV work on yours?
ME:  I don't think it has TV. 
Little Missy:  I can't stand this cold.  I'm headed back to the Big D today.
ME:  Oh.
Little Missy:  My husband is from Michigan.  He calls Texas God's Country.
ME:  Oh it's not that cold out.  It's actually warmed up from last night.

At this point she turns on her iTunes and lays it on her treadmill without using ear buds.  I tell myself that this is yet another of life's weird and wonderful moments in spite of the fact that I've never heard anyone in the gym using their music without a headset.

Little Missy:  Will this music bother you?
ME:  Nope.
Little Missy:  The ear buds I have just fall out.
ME:  Oh.
Little Missy:  What kind of music do you like?
ME:  Oh, anything is fine.
Little Missy (Her phone is now ringing and she answers):  Hey girl!
ME:  Silent as a church mouse.
Little Missy:  I'm doin' my three miles yoo-hoo!  I'll call you back.

The remainder of our 30 minutes was silent.  The wild.  The wonderful.  The funny things that happen to one in our lives.  


anne marie in philly said...

she was probably trying to flirt with you/pick you up. little did SHE KNOW...bwhahahaha!

she's not your type anyway; blair, OTOH...RAWR!

smooches! :)

Iron Fist said...

Well, shoot -- "Three Miles Yoo-hoo" used to be my nickname! Guess I'll have to get a new one...

Ur-spo said...

they make Life what it is :-)

LSL said...

I was shaking my head the whole time I read this little story. It takes all kinds, doesn't it? :o)