• I watched as police stopped a girl from committing suicide this morning. The front doors to the gym are facing the freeway, which is only about 50 yards away (north bound), and from where we all stood and watched. She was a young girl, in high school, judging from her catholic school uniform. She swayed on the shoulder of the road, making our stomachs churn as she danced with the idea of leaping infront of oncoming traffic. The cops showed up in a hurry and kept their distance to either side of her at about 30 or so feet, urging her to come near to them as the reminence of the moving traffic flew by. I'm pretty sure my heart rate was near it's max. Every step the cops moved closer to her, the more she tempted death. When the last truck (which was a huge tracktor plow thingy construction workers use to move massive amounts of earth) drove by, and there was no more traffic, she accepted her fate was not to die at 9am on April 29th, 2003 and surrendered to the patrolmen.
 12:52 PM   •  7 opinonated pieces of What? 

• Another laugh at Mike-E story: I went to rock'n'bowl last night with Jim-E and some friends in Lake Forest, after my first frame I came back to sit down and Dave Kent says to me "You know what the one bad thing about being under all these black lights are? You can see your boogers a lot better." I was like "what?"...and then I reached up and discovered my glowing snot hanging off the end of my nose. It was like a little piece of kryptonite.
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• I had a close call last night, but I made out just fine. I have a tendency to stick my foot in my mouth quite often. Last night I had an appointment with a girl who is Mexican. Part of the assessment process is for me to check their posture since it is such an important part of proper form. This girl had the most excellent posture I had ever seen. It was quite fascinating really. So I commented on her posture and told her it was great, and that I hadn't seen a trainer with such good posture before. And then it almost happened...as the words "so, did you used to pick strawberries or something" were just beginning to form on my lips, I stopped them and forced them back down my throat. It's just that manual laborers tend to have excellent core muscles and posture because they're forced to use them more than the white collar worker. I wasn't actually trying to make a racial comment. Luckily for me I caught myself before it was too late.
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• So I was standing at the front desk early yesterday talking to someone when this guy came down the stairs and asked if I could cut open his lock due to the fact he had locked his key inside the locker. I said "No problem, let me go get the bolt cutters." I went and got the cutters, followed him up the stairs into the locker room, asked him which locker it was, in turn he pointed to number 75 and said "This one here."

"Okay", I said, and popped it open for him.

"Ohhh crap." "You're joking...", I says to him. "You didn't just have me bust open the wrong locker, did you?" Sure enough he had pointed to the wrong locker. "Okay, so which one is it then?" I asked. He pointed to the one directly next to it, which happened to have the same exact lock on it. Okay, that makes sense, it was a simple mistake. So I popped open number 77.

"Oh yeah, this is embarassing..." I hear him say. "You have got to be kidding me!?! Did I just bust open the wrong locker again???" Sure enough I did. I plop myself down on the bench and start scratching my head...what in the world am I supposed to do now? The guy wonders off about fifteen feet to the corner (we had been in the center of the room), and comes back holding a lock in his hand with the key in the bottom of it.

"Yeah, this is kind of awkward.", he says. He never locked his key in the locker! He just left it in his lock. And it was fifteen feet from where he had me pop open two of the wrong lockers...and the only similarity in his lock to the two he had me bust was the color! They were different sizes, different shapes...I couldn't believe it. So, we ended up comping the two unlucky guys new locks and I ended up having to explain the embarassing story to everyone. It was actually kind of funny when the first guy came downstairs, because I had just put the new lock on the locker and waited for them to come downstairs to say that there was a problem. The first guy came down the stairs dangling his keys and says "You know, a funny thing just happened...when I got here this morning these keys worked just fine on my lock, and now they dont'." He didn't even realize that it was a different lock on his locker. He was going to ask me to bolt cut it for him. What a morning that was...
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