As we walk out of the pharmacy I see my reflection in the sliding door. My face is flushed from the summer’s heat, and the sight of my stomach makes me feel like a beached whale. There’s grey in my beard to boot. I feel old. Maybe I should go back inside and get some Just for Men. What I should do is get my ass to the gym. What Ann sees in me, I’ll never know. But, as Hemingway once said: “You never understand anybody that loves you.”
17 July 2012
Know the feeling, alas
Rico says that one of his favorite blogs is Waiter Rant, and he's got another good post:
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