Today was a good day.
Spoke to a friend who I haven’t spoken to in a long while. And I even told her about my blog – that’s new. One friend down, not too many more to go. Also, I extended my workout to two hours – maybe not every day but most days. Even four perhaps – two hrs in the morning and two in the evening. This will cut into my writing and course time BUT it’s temporary until I reach my weight goal.
So … I’m taking the elevator up from the basement and a woman gets on at ground and hits button number three. I look at her and say, “Congratulations!”
“Being pregnant,” I respond with a smile and twinkling eyes
“I’m not pregnant!”
“Then why the fuck (pause for effect) are you taking the elevator to the third floor!” For a moment I thought, You can’t put the beatdown on a woman. Quickly, I came to my senses. Sam! You’re being sexist. Then my theme song came on …
I partied alright. It’s been a while since I’ve had pain-infliction pleasure – she got the worse of anyone I’ve accosted in the elevator. “I don’t care where ya coming from or going to; if I catch you on an elevator again anywhere in, or out of, this world, I’ll kill ya!” I wish you were there to see it.
THE BEAUTY OF THE BEATDOWN!
Time to finish my laundry.
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