The gym is interesting.
Tonight? For example? A lady who was about sixty or so came and got on the elliptical next to mine.
I try not to ever make judgements on people at the gym because, presumably, we are all there for the same reason. This woman had on more make-up than I would generally wear in a year and I have serious doubts her elliptical was even actually moving, but whatever.
I don't like to chit-chat with people at the gym really, but I'm always pleasant enough. I smiled at her as she climbed upon the machine and I suppose that gave her the invitation to let her freak flag fly. I don't know.
The television was turned to the news and the story was, not surprisingly, about Barack Obama.
We watched in silence for a while and she turned to me and said,
"I never thought I'd see the day that an N-word was in office".
No. Seriously. She said that. But she didn't say "N-word" so much as she ACTUALLY SAID THE WORD.
Now, this woman was about my mother's age and also had no business being such a bitch. Why she felt the need to share her blatant racism with me is still unknown but I figured I could hit her where she would really hurt. So I did.
So I said, "Well, since you are SO OLD I guess that's why you feel that way. Did women even have the right to vote when you were born?"
She made a huffy noise and left the room.
I hummed a little tune and enjoyed the rest of my work-out.
I love the gym sometimes.