Revelations on the Jerks At The Gym
My sinuses jolted me awake this morning and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought I'd write this post (which I should have written last night).
Remember Goofus, who thinks that he can dance? And who comes to class at least 20 minutes late? Well, last night I found out that he's in the military. That's right, the Canadian Armed Forces. Or at least he was wearing their dress uniform. He was wearing it in Starbucks (near the gym), where I went to get my post-workout ginger molasses cookie. He was with other people, so I didn't make any comments.
But seriously: if he has a military background, wouldn't he actually be quite anal about coming to things on time? And wouldn't he be more, uh, disciplined about the other stuff? Plus, I'm not entirely convinced that he would be up for the physical requirements of the job - he can't do a single pushup; when we have to do them in Dance Fit, he just lies on his face.
The mind boggles.
Remember Goofus, who thinks that he can dance? And who comes to class at least 20 minutes late? Well, last night I found out that he's in the military. That's right, the Canadian Armed Forces. Or at least he was wearing their dress uniform. He was wearing it in Starbucks (near the gym), where I went to get my post-workout ginger molasses cookie. He was with other people, so I didn't make any comments.
But seriously: if he has a military background, wouldn't he actually be quite anal about coming to things on time? And wouldn't he be more, uh, disciplined about the other stuff? Plus, I'm not entirely convinced that he would be up for the physical requirements of the job - he can't do a single pushup; when we have to do them in Dance Fit, he just lies on his face.
The mind boggles.