A First

Today at the gym, there was a guy next to me on one of the machines in full office gear: blue, long-sleeve button-down shirt, snazzy tie, dress slacks, dress shoes. What in the world? There he was, pumping away, working himself toward a big sweaty mess. Glad I wasn't going to be sitting next to him in some business meeting later. I'll let some other poor sap fill that seat.

I thought I'd seen it all with the woman who came decked out with full evening make-up, a shirt cut down to there, everything gushing out, shorty shorts---sure, it was great for all the guys, lady, but let's not pretend that you came to the gym to exercise! I thought she'd taken the cake, but I think she passed the baton to this guy with his business attire. It's a gym, folks. You're exercising, working out, breaking a sweat. Right?