Today was gym day. You can tell by sweaty armpits and the huge mocha latte sitting on my desk. I do gym before coffee so I’m not Miss Social there. Frankly, I’m not Miss Social anywhere except at a pet rescue. Too peoply!
The only person I routinely talk to hasn’t been there in months. At first I missed her because it broke up the monotony. I don’t go there for chatter but a quick 3 to 4 minute chat relieves the boredom that is exercise.
There are others that I give a generous “wassup” to and some get a slight wave (Queen Elizabeth style with curved hand). Nothing over the top. I don’t want to encourage anyone.
All this non-communication gives me time to ruminate. I go to what is considered a body building gym but I go at 8 a.m. Most of the folks are retired with floppy abs and thinning hair with a small sprinkling of young’uns.
There are a few that I thought were scary at first. They are huge with bulging muscles and a scowl (keep in mind I’m a short, thin person so I scare easily). They could snap my neck with two fingers (not that they would). But it’s a lot less about the body and more about the scowl. There must an unwritten rule that weight lifters cannot smile. Even when they are entering the building, they are in character. Gruff, eyebrows furled, just mean looking.
It took a while (until I built up the courage or an opportunity presented itself) to test it. I found most to be pleasant and polite (I remind them of their grandmother!). But as soon as the smile is finished they go back to their scowl. (Do men have resting bitch face?)
It’s the old “don’t judge a book by its cover” theme. This old person has to relearn this simple truth over and over again.
By the way, the crazy lady that said “all white women look alike” is very nice. I finally met the person that she thought was me and I can’t fault her. The woman is the same size, same coloring and similar hair style. The fact that I am much more gorgeous doesn’t negate the similarities.
I want to say that she’s not so crazy but she is. In a good way. I don’t see her much (which is good because she’s way too chatty for me before coffee) but she’s always worth a giggle when I do see her. She does incredibly interesting things – a month long African safari this summer and last winter she spent in Southeast Asia. Certainly makes me seem dull. Oh wait! I am dull!
Again, I have to stop judging from what I can see or what little I know.
What’s really scary are the comb overs on the old retired guys. Seriously?