Today I went from my usual Iced Grande Non-fat Chai to a hot version. It's still a bit warm out, but the mornings and evenings are cooling down and that was reason enough for me to make the change. Incidentally, this moment was interrupted when I heard the following exchange:
"This is private property and I am going to have to ask you to leave."
I thought the comment was directed at me as I had pulled over to another more vacant part of the parking lot near my gym. Then a guy who is not homeless but still a little vagrant (I'll call him Vagrant Guy - VG) looking says something back to the parking lot security dude (PLSD).
PLSD - Well, where are you going?
VG - I am going over to LA Fitness (mind you, Vagrant Guy is not dressed to work up a sweat and I am not sure the Wal-mart recycle bag is doubling as a gym bag, but who am I to question Vagrant Guy?).
PLSD - Oh, do you have a membership there?
VG - Well, I am going to see about getting one right now! (a little belligerently, and this is when I decide to roll up my window and start making my way out of the parking lot).
PLSD - I don't think so. I am going to call the police.
VG - FINE! If you are going to be like that I am going to leave!
Uh, yeah. That's what you were supposed to do in the first place, buddy.
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