What’s the Big Deal?


  
What’s the big deal about me doing gym three times a week?
 
You don’t need to, you say. Do a little more around the house. Like gardening.
 
Gardening isn’t cardiovascular, I say. It has a lot of health benefits but it isn’t cardiovascular. It isn’t enough.
 
And you’re seeing the skin specialist next week. What’s that all about?
 
Looking after myself, I say.
 
You fuss too much, you say. You even check your car out during the week. I’ve seen you in the driveway, wiping away the bird shit off your car. Birds gotta shit somewhere.
 
Sure but it eats away the paintwork.
 
It’s becoming a fetish, you say. And now you’re off to gym, I suppose?
 
I treat my body like my car, I say. It’s the vehicle I travel through life in.
 
 

24 thoughts on “What’s the Big Deal?

  1. And by, fetish, I assume you mean “an inanimate object worshipped for its supposed magical powers or because it is considered to be inhabited by a spirit.”
    Wow, cool car.

    As always- Nice job, John.

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  2. That’s a great analogy, reminds me of a story.
    The caretaker asked the man still sitting alone in the stadium long after the game ended if he was alright.
    The man turned to him with sad eyes and said. “Fifty thousand in the audience, twenty-two players and three referees! Why the H**L must that seagull shit on just me”

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