Gym and Painters

Guys at the Gime (gym)
Ahh, people never cease to amaze me. There's these 2 guys at the gym that I see kinda frequently now. Well, lots of people I see frequently, but these 2 are funny.
1 guy looks like something straits from a 70s work-out video. Probably about 50 years old, long hair pulled back in a pony tail, beard, black tank-top, old leather weight belt, baggy work-out pants, and the good ole converse Chuck Taylor's. It's like being in a time machine when he's there. And the only exercise I've ever seen him do is dead lifts. With like 315lbs. He's not a huge guy, either. So he just comes in, chats with a few people and does his dead lifts, slamming the bar down each rep. So you'll be working out and hear BAM. Sounds like someone really gave their all for 1 last rep and dropped it kinda hard. 5 seconds later...BAM. So now you're looking around for who the jerk is. BAM. Then you see him and laugh.
The other guy looks like an extra from a bad muscle-beach movie. Upperbody, jacked. Lowerbody, little chicken legs. Same bad pants as the other guy, though. They look like un-patterned Zubaz. And of course, that sleeveless, cut-off sweatshirt thing that was so popular with power lifters back in the 80s. Cause you gotta keep wearing that. Only seen him a couple times, but maybe he's just new.
Now I'm not saying my fasion and work-out habits are any better. But if mine are as bad as theirs, I really hope someone's getting a good laugh out of it.

Painters
Apparently our building needed to be re-painted for the 3rd time in the last year or so. Or maybe the VPs just like the smell of fresh paint while they're "working". I don't know, I don't care. The funny part is that we decided to hire the 2 oldest painters I've ever seen. Typically painters are college kids and other mid-age guys. Guys that handle all the bending, climbing, lifting, etc that goes with painting. Not these 2. It's almost funny to see them struggling to get up and down a ladder. Or having to bend down to paint the bottom of a wall, or fold up a drop cloth. Almost funny, but not quite.
But I just have to wonder about their choice of jobs. There has to be something else these guys could do to make a living right now. Stuff that doesn't require all this moving. You don't see 70 year old guys working on the expressways in the summer. Or working as garbage men. So why did they decide to be painters?

Random Crap
Well, the last mustached guy is out of the NCAA tourney. Gonzaga lost to LSU. I don't really care so much any more, as all the BigTen teams are out already. But that filthy mustache was enough to keep me semi-interested. Oh well. Easy grow, easy go.
I thought of a great idea to smite free-loaders at work. Get a Box of Joe from DD (dunkin donuts). Have them dump in a bunch of espresso, so it's now a Turbo Box of Joe. Then just set it out and label it 'free coffee'. Then all those jerks that just take free stuff cause it's there would pounce. Guys that don't typically drink coffee would be having 2 or 3 cups. Then they'd all start freaking out! Bouncing off the walls, seeing funny colors, shaking. It'd be a trip just to watch. And a good lesson for them, nothing is free.
I'm thinking about forming a Whiskey Club here in Boston. My deceased ex-roommate apparently had 1 in college, so it's not a completely new idea. But I can think of at least 2 more people off the top of my head that would probably be interested. So we could meet like once a month or so and try new shit. Each meeting 1 person would be tasked with bringing a new brand/style/variety/etc to try. Then we sample and learn. And do stupid stuff like watch bad movies. Just a way to try more whiskeys and hang out. It'd be the (name withheld to protect the dead) Memorial Whiskey Society. One of my better ideas, if I do say so myself.

Well, time to sign off and get some work done. And take a crap. Which would be #2 of the day, and it's only 9am! So I shall leave you with this:
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