Off to a good start

I am calling my blog The Angela Sitcom because unreal things just always seem to happen to me. The situations are always very awkward at the time but usually funny later. I had one of those experiences this week so I thought it would be fitting to use it as my first blog post.

Wednesday was a hard day. A long day. Lots of small irritating things happened. When I was done with school for the day I made myself go to the gym because I thought it would make me feel better and because it is a good thing to do.

I had all my swimming stuff in the trunk so I just stopped at the gym on the way home. I didn’t want to be there too long because there was homework just waiting to be done. I was a competitive swimmer in high school and even though I am not in shape like I was back then I am still a better swimmer than most of the average gym go-ers, especially since old people seem to like the pool and all they can do it flop around. I often get comments on my swimming ability by other people who are around. I kinda wish they would all just leave me alone but whatever, I am used to it. Well, I noticed an old guy lurking around and watching me but I ignored it.

When I was done swimming I got in the hot tub. I had had a rough day and was hoping that the hot water would melt away my troubles. Just as I was starting to feel comfortable I heard the old man ask, “How long you do that for?’ Well, I didn’t really understand what he was asking. Did he want to know how long my workout was or did he want to know how many years I have been a swimmer? Since I wasn’t interesting in a conversation I just said “I swam for about 40 minutes” and left it at that. “I bet you used to be on the swim team and you would do that for hours,” the old man said. “Yeah...” I replied while hoping the conversation was almost over. The old man didn’t say anything to me, but I could feel him looking at me. I looked up and something happened that I don’t think words can adequately describe but I will try. Old man made a motion as if to eat something. It wasn’t like he was eating just anything though, it was as if he were starving and someone had given him a huge fried chicken leg. As he made this motion he made a noise as if he were scarfing something down. It was a loud and strange sound. What the crap? So then he patted his big belly and said, “That’s my problem too.”

Old man proceeded to tell me how when I get back in shape I will be able to swim for a long time like I did when I was younger. There is nothing like a stranger telling you that you are fat to made a bad day even worse. Oh how I love my life.