Dear Brad: this is a true story. it happened to me this evening. (2/24/92) Intro: I have been lifting weights semi-regularly for the past month. With this in mind . . . Phone rings: ME: Hello? (of course) PARTY: Hello, Shannon? This is Lisa. I was told you do personal training. Me: Uh, no... Lisa: Oh, I'm so embarassed. You sure you don't do personal training? Me: Yes . . .(getting slightly confused, and somewhat irritated) Lisa: Do you want to? Me: No, I don't really have time. And I don't really know enough about it. Lisa: Well, a lady at the gym told me you did training. I guess it was another Shannon Wells. Oh, I'm so embarassed. Me (thinking, "no big deal, lady, geez!"): What gym? Johnson Center? (the university gym, ie, the only one I go to) Lisa: No. You SURE you don't want to do any training? I have a dog collar to wear and everything! Me: (What the hell . . ?) No, I don't - Lisa: Oh, I'm sorry . . . (sigh, whines) I'm so horny . . . Me: (firmly) good *bye*. . . click. Gave me and my dojo a real good laugh before practice!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)