Remember when I told you about how, when I go work out, the people next to me seem drawn to talk to me NON-STOP? I'd link to the post, but I'm lazy. So lazy that I almost left a penny in the bottom of the washing machine because I didn't feel like leaning in and picking it out.
Anyway, I went through my little workout circuit [no vertigo on the treadmill today! SCORE!] and ended up on the Nu Step [because if I'm going to step, I'm sitting down while doing it. I'm working out, not training for the Olympics] with an old man next to me. [It's NOT an old person machine. I just seem to end up working out when all the old people are working out. Also, my city is full of old people.] I focused on my book [Carrie Fisher's "Wishful Drinking" - not bad, but not her best], but could see his reflection in the mirror wall in front of us, kind of looking at me.
AND THEN . . .
The iPod wearing-guy on the elliptical machine behind us STARTED SINGING AND CHECKING HIMSELF OUT IN THE MIRROR.