At the grocery store going through the Avocado pile and a woman pulls up right beside me. She’s overweight and wearing yoga pants. Not someone you’d associate at all with exercise or eating right.
Her: “So you work out a lot, huh?”
Me: “Uh, yeah. ”
Her: “You probably noticed my shirt.”
Me: “I guess so???” She has a purple shirt on with the name of a gym close by where I live. Seen all their adds on Facebook. I didn’t notice it until she pointed it out.
Her: “We have a really great gym. You should come by sometime and check it out, it’s really awesome.”
Her: “I’m a trainer there.”
The look of utter shock & horror on my face relayed the message of “Really? You’re in terrible shape!” even better than if I had shouted it out loud.
It’s dead silent and she looks embarrassed. It’s super awkward and I feel bad. I say something because we’re just standing there staring at each other.
Me: “How many squat racks do you have? Do you have to wait a long time to squat?”
Her: “I don’t squat.”
I just nodded my head and went back to squeezing avocadoes. Which also seemed to relay “No shit.” better than if I had said it out loud.