So, I’m sitting in the locker room after my workout tonight, putting on my boots and collecting my thoughts, still huffing a bit-- you know that kind of foggy yet focused feeling after your session.
This guy and his (10/12 year old) son are sort of next to me.
The Dad says “Saw you benching the other day… So, what do you bench?”
Me: “Oh, I don’t know… 3-something, I guess…”
The Dad: “My dad used to bench 500+! About 6-foot-five, 300 pounds!!”
Me: “Neat.”
The Dad: "That didn’t help him when the truck hit 'im, though … "
Me: “Uh…”
The Dad: " … he could lift an ANVIL with one hand!"
Son: “Can he lift TWO anvils?..”
The Dad: “HE DONT LIFT NOTHIN’ NOW, BOY, AFTER THE TRUCK HIT 'IM!!!”
Me: “Uh… have a good one…” …
