The Toilet Seat Is Always Up

I joined a gym called Tiny's run by a guy named Dave.

An actual gym, not a fluffified sports club like where I used to work out.

At the new place, I don't have to listen to Yuppies opine about the next 5K or whether little Ferdinand is on the fast track to Harvard enrolled in Pretentious Pre-School or if sunscreen should come in three digit strength up here under the Big Sky.

Just a nod from fellow travelers and to each his own.

I like that.