I really like going to the gym early on Sunday mornings. It’s never crowded and it is a good start to the day. I mean, since I am awake before seven anyway, I might as well get the morning workout out of the way.
Right?
This morning, within minutes on the treadmill, my iPod died. I guess it must have been playing all night in my bag. I cursed to myself and wrapped the earphones up around the iPod.
Almost instantly, the guy next to me began chatting. “Do you know how hard it is to work out, knowing that there is a new Ice-Cream shop just down the road?
“I do.” I assured him.
“It’s so tempting to just get off this machine and go there instead.”
“I know.” I said. “Too bad for you they’re closed in the mornings.”
“Closed?” the man asked, in horror.
“It’s not even eight A.M.” I said.
“What kind of ice cream store is not open at this hour?” he asked.
“Um, all of them?”
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