Dear Brad: this is a true story. it happened to me this evening.
(2/24/92)
Intro: I have been lifting weights semi-regularly for the past month.
With this in mind . . .
Phone rings:
ME: Hello? (of course)
PARTY: Hello, Shannon? This is Lisa. I was told you do personal
training.
Me: Uh, no...
Lisa: Oh, I'm so embarassed. You sure you don't do personal training?
Me: Yes . . .(getting slightly confused, and somewhat irritated)
Lisa: Do you want to?
Me: No, I don't really have time. And I don't really know enough
about it.
Lisa: Well, a lady at the gym told me you did training. I guess it
was another Shannon Wells. Oh, I'm so embarassed.
Me (thinking, "no big deal, lady, geez!"):
What gym? Johnson Center?
(the university gym, ie, the only one I go to)
Lisa: No. You SURE you don't want to do any training? I have a dog
collar to wear and everything!
Me: (What the hell . . ?) No, I don't -
Lisa: Oh, I'm sorry . . . (sigh, whines) I'm so horny . . .
Me: (firmly) good *bye*. . . click.
Gave me and my dojo a real good laugh before practice!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)