It’s conversations like this that make me like where I work.
My group’s director – who’s also my long time pal and tattoo soul-mate, Jeff – walked into my office and began:
“The great thing about having a personal trainer is that now, I really have a body”
“Must be nice, man,” I replied.
“It’s what happens when you work out with an evil lesbian three mornings a week.”
“…I have fantasies like that,” I said.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” said Jeff with an evil laugh, as he walked off down the hall.