I think I did it AGAIN!
Now many who know me from Winnipeg, know that I am capable of the silliest of things! The other day, I am walking with my friend Alton down the streets of Toronto, and we both enter the lobby of the hotel he is staying in. I go through the rotary doors and end up going round and round until I figure out that I had not yet gotten IN to the building! Now that is just one incident!
Earlier, I am at the gym, being killed by my trainer Vaughn! He is about to put me on a new torture device; one I have not yet been on. Any normal person is supposed to know how to sit on one of those contrivances. But it takes someone like me to get it wrong! I ended up sitting on it facing the wrong way and straining every nerve to grab the handles beHIND me! And the entire gym is looking at me for one brief moment. Vaughn just stands there shaking his head at me and smiling, while waiting for me to figure it out. It took all of two minutes!
Yesterday, on my way out the door, I shut the end of my sweater in the doorjamb and ended up doing a slingshot effect right back into the (closed) door! I seem to have a thing for walking into closed doors!
Now what does all of this tell you? It either tells you that I am as nutty as a fruitcake, or that I dyed my hair blonde and somehow, the chemicals have ruined what intelligence I may have had left in my brain…if I had any to begin with. But I must ask the question: WHY do these things keep happening to me…and in public too?? How am I supposed to gain the respect of the world as a serious opera singer, when I cannot even use a rotary door the right way?? How am I supposed to be strong, when even just the smell of chocolate makes me go completely insane??? And speaking of chocolate…WHY IS THAT CORNER STORE STILL BAKING CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AT ME????
Moi
Posted by
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15:39:42
That’s an hilarious story about the weight machine Paul! I remember going to the gym and being so glad Konstantine would show me how to use the weights so I didn’t have to struggle on them looking like a fool.
Sounds like your trainer isn’t so gracious! Glad you’re still making the trek out there, though–how’s it coming? Any degradation of the hamhocks?
-c