yesterday, after subbing a pilates class for cara, a man i call swishy pants (not out of endearment, but because he always wears plastic pants that make swishy noises) engaged me in conversation about how weak he was during core exercises because he'd just upped his mile from a 6:45 to a 6:15 and he is running about 75 miles a week. now this is admirable, and for most people i would say so. swishy pants, however, infuriates me and i could not give him what he was looking for. no admiration for swishy pants. he's been a regular at our classes for months, and every time i talk to the man i get the feeling that he wants me to know how great he is. not just that, but how much better he is than anyone else i might encounter. yesterday's conversation confirmed that, yes, he really does think too much of himself. this is what he told me:
he is moving, leaving lincoln after just a few short months, because living here is like 'living in a snow globe filled with mannequins.' too homogenous he said.
well, swishy pants. this is your farewell present. you riled me up so much you've made it on my blog. i hope you like your snow globe.
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all the way from paris i write "hahahahaha!" good bye, swishy pants. now i won't have to awkardly avoid you at the mill anymore!
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