Wednesday, February 01, 2006

 

Elevator

I got in the elevator on the way home. As I boarded, three other people from my floor got on with me; two were waifish 20-ish intern girls, one was a pleasantly plump 30-something man.

One of the girls, "Jill" (I don't know her real name) was dressed for the gym. When "Jack" (same deal with the name) asked why she was dressed like that, she replied "I'm going to the gym on the first floor". She proceeded to ask him where he was off to.

"To my gym", he says as he gestures to his backpack.

Jill, looking stunned in amazement, replies "no, seriously, where are you going?"

"The gym", Jack repeats with a more noticeable gesture to his backpack.

"Oh", said Jill, "I thought you were kidding. . . I don't know why I thought you were kidding, but I did. . . I. . . um. . . It doesn't matter. I hope you have fun!" She then quickly ran off the elevator.

Go ahead and say it Jill. "Jack, you're fat. You need more than a gym".

Jack, you're not really that fat, Jill's just really stupid.

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