That damned FitnessPro1500, or whateverthefrick it was called advertised by Chuck Norris and Christy Brinkley is GONE. We are $100 richer, or $85 plus tax poorer, however one chooses to look at it. Gosh, how I hated that thing. Why my spouse thought it was a good idea to purchase, I know not. Of course, this is the man that bought a $1000 metal detector. $1000. ONE THOUSAND dollars. Metal detector. You can get them at Kmart for $99. But HE had to have the Porche of metal detectors. It was going to pay for itself within MONTHS. WEEKS even. Care to hazard a guess as to how many times he has actually detected metal? I think we have aquired about $1.05 in change.
But this is about the exercise machine. For whatever reason, he decided to sell it. Or rather, he decided that *I* should sell it via the local Bulletin Board for $100. Apparently, this was the perfect price, because we (I) were besieged by interested parties wanting to write us checks for $100. I told them only cash would do, and that cut the field by 80%. Interesting how many folks were willing to write us a bad check for a cheesy exercise machine. Floyd from the Wetumpka Old Folks Home got to take it home with him for the asking price. Nice guy. He used to take care of the old man across the street, Mr. Wright. A damned character he was. Sat on the porch in his jock strap at the age of 98. Pissed off the porch quite often. You don’t find characters like that anymore. Well, not unless you count guys that buy $1000 metal detectors and $250 exercise machines that they use 3 times over the course of 2 years. Oh yeah. That’s the ticket.
At any rate, I am drinking [root beer] by the pitcher full this weekend, pondering the meaning of life in general, and trying to refine a nude drawing that I started Thursday but never quite got the hang of. Anyone care to join me?
