The continuing chronicle of Wesley's quest to be published; plus comments on popular culture, family life, and whatever else falls out of his head.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005


So, this very morning I'm in the gym locker room making my way to the shower. It's about 6:45 am. I've just finished a thirty-five minute workout on the treadmill. I'm sweaty, I'm exhausted, I still really haven't awakened completely from this morning. And, oh yeah, I'm completely butt-nekkid. As I'm walking down the hallway, this little Bilbo Baggins looking guy waves at me and says, "Hi, Wes."

Now, I don't know if I mentioned this, but I was butt-nekkid. I had a towel slung over my shoulder, but that was it. I don't like making conversation with strangers at the gym. I don't like making conversation with strangers when I'm naked. I certainly don't like making conversation with strangers when I'm naked at the gym.

Completely befuddled and more than a little annoyed, I give him a "Yeah, whatever" grunt, pass him in the hall and continue toward the showers. Sensing my confusion, he clears it up by saying, "Bill Williams, from Grace." And then I remember him:

This is the new Superintendent for the school system supported by our church.

And now he's seen me butt-nekkid naked.


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