Don't Know Where She Gets It

Georgia calls me this afternoon from her car. I'm sitting in the college cafeteria, waiting for my 5:00 class to start.

George: Ugh! I hate going straight from work to the gym and having to change clothes there!

TR: Why don't you go home, decompress, change, and THEN go to the gym?

George: No, then Manny will get all excited I'm home and I'll feel bad for leaving him again.

(Sound of her parking, turning off the ignition)

George: Oh my god, it's so crowded! It's ridiculous! All these people I've never seen before--In three weeks they'll be at home, sitting on their asses, watching The Biggest Loser, and eating Pringles--so much for their resolutions. In the meantime, I can't get on the treadmill.

TR: I know. It's the same at the Y. I hate it. They should have special hours for people who join in January. An initiation....So I have two back-to-back classes tonight and they're across campus from each other. I don't know if I can hoof it in 15 minutes.

George: Can't you drive?

TR: It would take me longer to drive and find another parking space.

George: But you wouldn't be walking in the cold. Hey, I gotta go.

TR: OK. Love you. Have a great day.

George: You too.