I'm the strange customer in this story. I wasn't sure where to put it, so I put it here.
A little background: A month ago I had my "Oh Shit!" moment when it came to my health and weight. I was 250 pounds and could barely walk down my driveway without getting winded. Admittedly, the driveway is 700 feet long, but still. So I started working out. I can now run a mile in 14 minutes and alternate jogging and walking 2 minutes each for the rest of my 4 mile route. I've also drastically altered my diet and have lost 18 pounds. Yay me! The one thing I haven't managed to do is quit smoking. This tidbit is important.
So, there's a gas station about a half mile from the end of my route. I knew I only had one cigarette left at home, and I had my debit card with me, so I decided to swing in and buy more. So, I walk into the store, all sweaty and out of breath, walk up to the counter, take my iPhone pouch off my arm to dig for my card and ask for my smokes. The poor lady looked at me like I'd just sprouted three heads. I think the juxtaposition of a jogger asking for a pack of smokes made her brain explode. She smiled and got what I needed and I paid. Then I smiled, told her to have a great day, hit "resume" on my workout app and jogged out the door. I swear I heard the lady and the other customers burst out laughing as I left.
Sometimes I really do wonder about myself.
A little background: A month ago I had my "Oh Shit!" moment when it came to my health and weight. I was 250 pounds and could barely walk down my driveway without getting winded. Admittedly, the driveway is 700 feet long, but still. So I started working out. I can now run a mile in 14 minutes and alternate jogging and walking 2 minutes each for the rest of my 4 mile route. I've also drastically altered my diet and have lost 18 pounds. Yay me! The one thing I haven't managed to do is quit smoking. This tidbit is important.
So, there's a gas station about a half mile from the end of my route. I knew I only had one cigarette left at home, and I had my debit card with me, so I decided to swing in and buy more. So, I walk into the store, all sweaty and out of breath, walk up to the counter, take my iPhone pouch off my arm to dig for my card and ask for my smokes. The poor lady looked at me like I'd just sprouted three heads. I think the juxtaposition of a jogger asking for a pack of smokes made her brain explode. She smiled and got what I needed and I paid. Then I smiled, told her to have a great day, hit "resume" on my workout app and jogged out the door. I swear I heard the lady and the other customers burst out laughing as I left.
Sometimes I really do wonder about myself.
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