Sometimes I know something is wrong, but it makes me laugh anyway. 🙂
I have a workout buddy named Daisy. How Daisy and I came to be buddies is one of those long boring stories, but it’s one of those “awww, see it all worked out for the best” kind of stores so I’ll try and shorten it. Maybe bullets!
- Email went out from Curves – Member who didn’t drive looking for a ride
- One of my moments of weakness I emailed back, Sure!
- Immediately started regretting it. What if she’s horrible, or annoying or or or or
- A couple of days later I get an email, “here’s her number, call her”
- Couple more days goes by, I finally call – leave message
- Couple more days goes by I see a missed call on my cell phone from here, no message
- No more calls, no mention
- I feel relieved thinking, well I mostly sorta tried, and now I can just let it go
- A few months later I get another email – Daisy is back in town Call her!
- Sigh…I call. I just know she’s going to be horrible woman who someone at Curves is trying to convince to work out and she doesn’t really want to. I feel stupid for volunteering.
- I call – I talk to her. We arrange a pick up.
- I pick her up.
- She’s FUNNY!
- She’s 79 years old and snappy and a little testy and I just like her! Turns out the whole first round of call her, then missed calls, then she’s back is because her daughter got sick and then passed away.
- What a jerk I am!
So that’s the story of my Daisy. Every time I workout now I stop and pick her up and we’ve been getting to know each other 7 minutes at a time. It’s been very good for me because I have to keep to my schedule as much as possible so I don’t leave her standing at her doorway. Now that I’ve told you about Daisy you can expect the occasional Daisyism.