A slick and polished mess.
On a site I frequent, users can leave “Kudos” for other users. “This guy’s really helpful, blah blah blah” That kind of stuff. Usually, it’s just friends razzing each other, though. I got a notice from the system that someone had left me a kudos. Warily I checked my page and found this endearing sentiment.
removed says .. If Mose directed a porn film, the guy would show up to clean the pool, clean it, and then leave.
Thank you, removed. That actually means a lot to me.
My day has been ruined and a new mid-life crisis has been prematurely entered. I was stretching my legs while walking at work. Kind of rocking the Frankenstein walk to clear my knees out a little and stretch the hammies. This guy asks why I’m limping and I joked that I was getting old. The reply? “Old? Come on. You’re only, what, mid thirties?” I searched his face for a hint of joking. He wasn’t. I protested his assessment. “Mid-thirties!? Are you kidding?” His response was “32? 31?”
After I get off work I’m buying a box of Just For Men, and scheduling a face lift.
FML
How the heck did we do that? The latest version of “Get unfat” starts tomorrow. I was working out in the garage a little bit ago and finally got around to fixing my bike*. To make sure it was fixed I decided to take it once around the block. Now I’m sitting here huffing like an emphysemic. Granted we live on a rather steep and long hill, but still, it was a wake up call. Catching up to 30 soon. Don’t have a lot of time left in this (relatively young) body to get it in shape before everything starts going downhill.
This just made my day. This guy is my hero. Rock on, dude.