Gymified...
I normally hate exercising and thanks to a high metabolism rate, I need not work out.
Thus it came as a surprise when I spent the weekend visiting a gym, all thanks to a darling friend of mine who recommended JM and me. We were ushered into this wonderful waiting room which had the most uber comfortable sofas ever. As I was about to get into a cosy position a man came and greet us cordially. He then proceeded to ask the most stupidest question ever.
"So why are you here?"
Like hello?
Answer in my head, "For the pancakes"
However since honesty (or sarcasm in this case) is not always the best policy I glanced at JM and she at me both with a huge questionmark on the top of our heads, where the halos should have been. (Strange, I thought people visit a gym for the juicebars, I swear).
Mr. Pompous Prick then asked us whether we exercised and what we would like to work on. As JM prattled on the various sports she played and what she would like to work about, I got myself into a comfortable position and proceeded to be bored. The idea of taking out the book from my bag barraged me but I guess that might have been a wee bit too rude. So I smiled. Wanly. With a tortured look on my face.
Mr. PP (that is short for Pompous Prick in case you didn't notice) then glanced at me in the most prissy-like manner and asked what would I like to work out. I shrugged and told him frankly I had no idea. He then exasperatedly asked me whether I work out. I smiled as sweetly as I could mustered and told him nil whatsoever. He had the horror-of-horrors look.
He then brought us on a tour of the gym. I have to say I was impressed. Even a lazy fart as me felt like working out when I saw the gym. And the pool. And the jacuzzi. When he told us about the dance classes I was in seventh heaven. My bubble soon broke when he brought us for a blood pressure and BMI reading. He gave me the most uber smug bitch look.
JM face changed to the shade of purple when she was told she was obese. Even I was surprise as JM so do not look obese. Unless obesity is the new skinny. When it came to my turn, my body fat was of normal purportions.
Hah!
And to think I did not snap a picture of Mr. PP face turning green.
Answer in mah head, "Honey, not all of us have high meta rate you know.."
But, then some things should remain close in the closet. Or head in this case.
Thus it came as a surprise when I spent the weekend visiting a gym, all thanks to a darling friend of mine who recommended JM and me. We were ushered into this wonderful waiting room which had the most uber comfortable sofas ever. As I was about to get into a cosy position a man came and greet us cordially. He then proceeded to ask the most stupidest question ever.
"So why are you here?"
Like hello?
Answer in my head, "For the pancakes"
However since honesty (or sarcasm in this case) is not always the best policy I glanced at JM and she at me both with a huge questionmark on the top of our heads, where the halos should have been. (Strange, I thought people visit a gym for the juicebars, I swear).
Mr. Pompous Prick then asked us whether we exercised and what we would like to work on. As JM prattled on the various sports she played and what she would like to work about, I got myself into a comfortable position and proceeded to be bored. The idea of taking out the book from my bag barraged me but I guess that might have been a wee bit too rude. So I smiled. Wanly. With a tortured look on my face.
Mr. PP (that is short for Pompous Prick in case you didn't notice) then glanced at me in the most prissy-like manner and asked what would I like to work out. I shrugged and told him frankly I had no idea. He then exasperatedly asked me whether I work out. I smiled as sweetly as I could mustered and told him nil whatsoever. He had the horror-of-horrors look.
He then brought us on a tour of the gym. I have to say I was impressed. Even a lazy fart as me felt like working out when I saw the gym. And the pool. And the jacuzzi. When he told us about the dance classes I was in seventh heaven. My bubble soon broke when he brought us for a blood pressure and BMI reading. He gave me the most uber smug bitch look.
JM face changed to the shade of purple when she was told she was obese. Even I was surprise as JM so do not look obese. Unless obesity is the new skinny. When it came to my turn, my body fat was of normal purportions.
Hah!
And to think I did not snap a picture of Mr. PP face turning green.
Answer in mah head, "Honey, not all of us have high meta rate you know.."
But, then some things should remain close in the closet. Or head in this case.
posted by dee at 12:49 AM
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