At The Gym

Gym Lady: Wow! Your face is so red, did you walk here? (As she puts on a white fur hat larger than a small child)
Me: Yes. (Good thing for us both it is not some contagious red-face disease.)
Gym Lady: OMG! You look so cold, how long was the walk?
Me: Just 7 blocks. (I lied, it is 6 and the “just” makes me sound rugged. I began peeling off all the stupid layers)
Gym Lady: You are an inspiration!
Me: (hahahahahahahaha) Well I tell myself I will be happy I came once I am home and warm. (Which will be true if I stop for beer and nachos on the way home…or cake)
Gym Lady: Have a great swim.
Me: You too. (Oops, that makes no sense, she is leaving in her giant hat. Friendly people confuse me.)

Grape Salad Scandal

My favorite thing about NY Times silly assertion that “grape salad” is a traditional thanksgiving dish of Minnesota is that the small talk in the gym finally moved away from the weather for a few days.

It takes so much effort to not punch some oldster saying “cold enough for ya?”