I was headed to the changeroom after my workout when the middle-aged woman at the front desk called me over. Know why? Just to tell me she always notices when I come in because I am always smiling and she thought it was nice. Isn't that the best? It really made my day and I told her so.
a) I kicked her in the nuts.
b) I told her I'm not REALLY smiling, the botox froze me that way.
c) We made flattering portraits of each other on Lite Brite.
Oh my god, I just had the best idea. In the summer in Old Montreal, instead of guys that draw your caricature. There should be a dood out there 'sketching' your face on a LITE BRITE doohickey.
I'M COPYRIGHTING IT, YOU BASTARDS! DON'T STEAL MY IDEA!!!
Nat (not smiling)