My sister just reminded me of this story. One summer when she was in high school and I was home from college, we heard a rumor that a certain TV star had moved to Pennsylvania and was working out at the gym in our hometown late at night because it was the only 24 hour gym around. All summer, we made a habit of driving past that gym on our way home from Perkins and bowling (not much to do after 10pm in Scranton, PA) and look in the windows to see if we could see him to prove the rumors true.On the very last night of summer break, we drove past the gym at about 1:30, 2am and there he was. In the window. Lifting weights. In all his slightly balding, pot bellied glory.Balki Bartokomous.Whenever I tell that story, you almost can't NOT believe it. He's not SO crappy of a star that no one cares (like a local news anchor at the grocery store) but not so big that no one believes it (like seeing Brad Pitt working out at a gym in Clarks Summit, PA).So what encounters have you had that fall right in the middle - not to stupid no one would care, but not so out there no one would ever believe you?
On bed rest since Groundhog's Day and every day since has been exactly the same.
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