first time
Yesterday (Monday, June 15, 2007) I spoke to the dreaded Amazon-Lady at the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA the first time.
“And here you are to tell about it,” my wife remarked. “Apparently you survived.”
Amazon-Lady — whose actual name is Michelle — is an employee of the Canandaigua YMCA, and looks pretty nasty.
She can be rather nasty too. There was that incident long ago when a bubbly granny asked what her secret was.
I’ve also seen her bite the heads off of would-be suitors.
And I’ve seen her snarl at passersby outside after she had completed running.
But actually I think she’s pretty nice.
She is friends with many Y-users — many of whom are regulars.
She also has to show people how to use the equipment. I kind of wish it had been Amazon-Lady that showed us around.
She takes more time than the guy who showed us around; who didn’t do much of anything.
Amazon-Lady also uses the equipment.
Most intimidating is the way she winces and grits-her-teeth when pulling weights.
So here I am blasting the last treadmill. Amazon-Lady gets on the funky elliptical next to my treadmill — it’s her favorite machine.
She cranks about 10 seconds, but suddenly gets off and disappears.
Just as suddenly we’re listening to XM26 instead of XM49. XM26 is easier to take than Lou Gramm or Robert Plant screaming.
Amazon-Lady reappears, and remounts the elliptical.
“Wha’dja do; change the channel?” I ask.
She apparently had. As an employee she can, and that audio-feed gets piped throughout the building.
After about 10 minutes, a sweaty hairy male-bimbo appeared and asked her how she felt.
“Tired,” she said.
“Go home and take a nap,” the guy said.
“Wait ‘til you hit your 60s,” I said, after the guy left.
“I don’t wanna hit my 60s,” she said. (She’s probably in her 40s.)
“Keep that up, and you will,” I said.
THE END; I’m not my father.
“And here you are to tell about it,” my wife remarked. “Apparently you survived.”
Amazon-Lady — whose actual name is Michelle — is an employee of the Canandaigua YMCA, and looks pretty nasty.
She can be rather nasty too. There was that incident long ago when a bubbly granny asked what her secret was.
I’ve also seen her bite the heads off of would-be suitors.
And I’ve seen her snarl at passersby outside after she had completed running.
But actually I think she’s pretty nice.
She is friends with many Y-users — many of whom are regulars.
She also has to show people how to use the equipment. I kind of wish it had been Amazon-Lady that showed us around.
She takes more time than the guy who showed us around; who didn’t do much of anything.
Amazon-Lady also uses the equipment.
Most intimidating is the way she winces and grits-her-teeth when pulling weights.
So here I am blasting the last treadmill. Amazon-Lady gets on the funky elliptical next to my treadmill — it’s her favorite machine.
She cranks about 10 seconds, but suddenly gets off and disappears.
Just as suddenly we’re listening to XM26 instead of XM49. XM26 is easier to take than Lou Gramm or Robert Plant screaming.
Amazon-Lady reappears, and remounts the elliptical.
“Wha’dja do; change the channel?” I ask.
She apparently had. As an employee she can, and that audio-feed gets piped throughout the building.
After about 10 minutes, a sweaty hairy male-bimbo appeared and asked her how she felt.
“Tired,” she said.
“Go home and take a nap,” the guy said.
“Wait ‘til you hit your 60s,” I said, after the guy left.
“I don’t wanna hit my 60s,” she said. (She’s probably in her 40s.)
“Keep that up, and you will,” I said.
THE END; I’m not my father.
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