I’m horrified. Ashamed. Smitten with self-loathing.
Last night, as Pam and I drove home from working out at the YMCA, I realized that I had committed a terrible faux paux. After 20 minutes on the arc trainer, I left…without wiping it down. All of that sweat just left to marinate. The guy beside me probably reported me to the Y authorities. I well remember the Seinfield episode about this.
Dare I show my face there again?
