The Man Who Wasn’t There12 Dec 2008 / Paul Epps
I thought I saw one of the dads from my kid’s high school roller hockey team at L.A. Fitness this morning.
He was riding a stationary bike and there was no way I could get where I wanted to go without walking past him.
Great . . . now I’m going to have to take time out of my workout to acknowledge this guy and talk to him.
I hate talking to people when I’m working out. That’s why I come in here at 5 in the morning — because it’s not crowded and I don’t have to talk to anybody.
If this guy’s going to start coming in at 5 and I have to talk to him every morning — even if it’s just to say hello — I swear to Jesus I’m going to start coming in at 4.
Thank god it wasn’t him after all . . .