Little Girl, what's your name......
So I'm sittin' on my exercise bike wearin' my Mp3 and readin' a trashy magazine...tryin' forget the rest of the world....it seems to make my torture go by faster....When I heard my name!
My actual name!
Roy called out my name!!
Roy doesn't call me by my name.
He's called me everything from SugarPlum to SkankyAssBitch in public but never my name. He's a very protective and private person... if you haven't noticed...and one way of doin' that is by not callin' me by my name.
He has analogy that he has explained to his CopBuddies where he refers to me as "The Mustang". His Cherry '64 Mustang that he goes to great lengths to protect from door dings and being keyed! Those men call me "The Mustang". They do not know my name.
The lumberjack crew have no idea what my name is...a Christmas card was sent to Roy and Wife.
So here I am in the gym and I hear him callin' out my name.
I'm instantly upset, scared, and confused. He has either fallen off the treadmill and hurt himself or is havin' a heart attack!!!
I look over to where he is expectin' to see him on the floor clutchin' his chest.....and he smilin' at me!
Now I'm confused and pissed off!
He's walkin' at a pretty good clip and crookin' his finger at me.
I popped an ear thingy out, "What?"
"Can you come and change the TV channel?"
So I do.
And go back to my bike and plot my revenge....that asshole!!
On the way home, I had to ask him why he did that. What makes his time more precious than mine?
"Well, I haven't quite got all the settin's on the treadmill figured yet or what channel CNN was on and I know that you have no problems with the bike settin's and you know how to find CNN instantly."
Good Point...I'm smarter!
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