posted Thu, 19 May 2005
Still sore. Still exhausted. But fun.
There are about 40 in the class. I am one of the few who yells back at Tony, the DI. Most of the others suffer in silence, but I am there for fun.
This morning, Tony was hassling Sally about her shorts. I asked what the problem was. He didn't like that they said "USAF" on them. Being an Air Force brat, I took offense. "Weren't you good enough to get into the Air Force?" I asked. "You know, if you put on those shorts, your IQ goes up 50 points."
"You've been asking for it, haven't you, Class Factotum?" he answered. "Keep talking -- I can make it hard on you if you want."
"Bring it on," I said.
“What’s that pink mat you're using?” he demanded. “Barbie’s first exercise mat? What’s that all about?”
“If you use a pink mat,” I told him, “your IQ goes up 100 points.”