A little anecdote about an event today that amused me.
I’m on holiday at present in the historic city of York in England. Instead of a shopping trip, I wisely opted to remain at the hotel this morning and hit the gym for an hour or so on the (very uncomfortable) stationary bike.
For that hour, there was a Mr. Gruntivator doing the macho thing on the weights and chatting up the ladies in the gym. I kept my earphones in and tried to pay little more attention than that, but he remained a bit annoying nonetheless.
But then I finished on the bike and stepped off to the side to do some stretches. Gruntivator took over the vacant machine and started pedalling. Slowly. Pushing hard on the pedals but not really making a lot of progress. I look away.
I hear the beep-beep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeep of the resistance being turned down. A lot.
I look round. He looks up. Our eyes meet.
And he knows.
CLASS!