I have been going to the YMCA regularly and I haven't mentioned it so much here. Today I got to the locker room and changed clothes. Then I discovered I didn't have any socks. I had worn black knee high socks, so that was out because I didn't have long pants with me. I had yoga pants. Me in a turquoise shirt, grey cut-off sweats made to look like yoga pants flapping around my calves and black stockings with my gym shoes.
Nice. I'll wait while you scrub your brain.
I put my flip flops on and did about 25 minutes of yoga by myself in the yoga room. Then I flippt, flippt, flippt back to the locker room and shoved my naked feet into my running shoes. I stomped up the stairs to the weight machines and I did my weights al fresco.
My running shoes are mostly mesh. My toes were a little embarrassed. It was pretty cold when I walked outside.
On Saturday I was walking around a nice old little section of town called Valley Junction. My friend Cindy was with me and we slipped into a bar so she could go to the bathroom.
I don't like just hanging around in bars and in fact, I have very little experience standing around alone with no purpose but cooling my heels in ye olde local taproom.
So I did what any girl would do to be less conspicuous. I hopped up to the bar like a native. The woman in a green t-shirt sidled (no, I mean it! she really sidled) up to the bar on her side and in a way she probably thought was friendly said, "What'll you have?"
I had to make a decision. I was on the spot. She was waiting. I looked at the draw machine thingy - the tap? There wasn't much. Bud Light, Bud, Miller Light. I ordered a Bud Light. I started to rummage through my purse as she poured my drink.
She put it on the bar in front of me. "That'll be a buck," she said.
"I'll wait until my friend gets back as she might want something," I said lightly and I smiled my sweetest smile.
She looked me in the eye for a full second and I knew she knew: I had no cash.
Cindy came out from the back of the bar and stood next to me. I 'fessed up immediately: Rip it off like a Band-aid on a hairy arm.
"Do you have any cash?" I asked. "I ordered a beer and I have no money."
She laughed out loud, gave me a big hug and said, "I love that these things happen to you."
I won't live this down for another decade.