Rolling out to Tight Pants Tuesday last night, I was waiting at a stop light when another rider rolled up behind me. At first he did not say anything and waited several meters behind me until I said "Hey, what's up?"
Then he said, "Sorry. I did not recognize you because I thought you were a junior."
I was stunned. I am a middle aged washed up man.
"Why did you think I was a junior?"
Response: "You look thinner."
"I was fat before?"
Response: A chain of excuses and fumbling for words.
Thanks. I used to be fat, but now I am a junior.
3 comments:
When I rolled up behind you I was wondering who was this skinny junior and why is his parents letting him ride through the hood by himself? Much to my surprise it was Beans!
Don't feel bad, Green Beans. I've also been mistaken for a junior. After patiently waiting in line to register for a crit in Saint Louis, the person working registration said, "Do you want to sign up for the juniors?" I was 37 years old at the time. Chattin still calls me "Junior Badger."
Ha! This is funny. The ironic thing about TPT is that I can't make it out there because my wife works Tue. nights. Oh well.
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