My running partner, Kami, meets me at the gym for some winter training work-outs.
Yesterday we were happily chattering along, oblivious to the people around us. We'd been on the elyptical machines for about 30 minutes, and talking loudly - you know, so we could hear each other over our heavy breathing and sweating and everything.
Then at sort of a pause in our conversation (very unusual), I swear, I heard somebody laughing.
I glanced over to the next machine see this giant, muscular black guy - seriously big- chuckling "to himself". This right after Kami's observation that if a vampire is about 400 years old, it would be kinda creepy for him to be dating your daughter. Even if he looks like he's 17.
Because these are the brilliant and deep conversations we have when we work out.
In my head I started reviewing the conversational topics we'd had over the 30 minutes we'd been there. Besides the 1) vampire conversation, we'd discussed 2) appropriate apology gifts if your husband has been a doof and wants to make up for it (chocolate donuts = not acceptable) 3) why football players probably do not understand the commercials in the Super Bowl, and 4) Who you are obligated to bring souvenirs for if you go away to Mexico on vacation.
I knew we were entertaining to ourselves, I just had no idea that our conversations could have a wider appeal. I debated whether to say something to him, maybe even ask his opinion on the vampire thing, but I didn't want to make him mad or annoyed or anything, considering he could probably snap me like a twig.
Entertainer for Health Club Patrons. At least it would stand out on a resume.