Finger Lickin’ Good
Happy Halloween!
Gentle reader - I swear I would not tell you this if it weren’t 100% true. O.M.G. Last night LCF and I joined the new 24 hour gym on our block, and then promptly broke in their new equipment late night style. We had the whole place to ourselves, which was rad, so we spent an extra long time trying out all the new stuff. Around 1 AM, we started to leave when I noted a familiar scent wafting down the stairs. “Dude!” I whispered to LCF. “Someone in this gym is totes eating fried chicken!” He stared at me like I was insane, but sure enough, when we got to the top of the stairs where the reception desk is, the two dudes holding down the late shift were going house on a bucket of the Colonel’s finest Original Recipe. I was all like “No Way! I could totally smell your chicken!” Which I guess is kinda rude to blurt out while strangers are eating, but I just thought it was hilarious that the whole reception desk of my new gym was slathered in greasy fried goodness. The dudes tried to play it off, but when I whipped out the ole digi-cam for a hilarious photo-op, young Snyder pictured above became very nervous that he would get in trouble, so he said I could take his picture outside instead. I played along, but as you can clearly see on the left side of the photo, the bucket is sitting tall and proud right there on the desk. Thankfully I was able to resist the olefactory temptation that assaulted us at the conclusion of our workout, but sadly LCF was not so lucky. BY 1:30 AM he was happily ensconced on our couch with a three piece, biscuit and fries. Now in the garish ligt of day, I can’t decide if this little poultry incident makes my new gym awes or lame, but it definitely made me laugh.
PS - Look for me in the Village Halloween Parade! LCF and I will be marching with the Green Party as weird pollution fairies!