"Look at that! And, I'm clean!" the customer boasted as he peeled up his right sleeve to expose a bicep.
"Seventeen and a half inches," he said, flexing to pull his pasty white skin taut over his upper arm. "And I've been off anabolics for two years."
"Let me tell you, if I punched you with this, it would sting."
I backed up a couple of steps.
Then he spent the next three minutes saying how the steroids had caused wild mood swings that probably led to his girlfriend cheating on him. But, now he had left "that bitch."
Seems to me the old comic book ads showed the muscle man getting the girl.
What would prompt him to share such information? Had he just hulked 4 pounds of bananas onto the counter?! Please tell me this conversation took place around 3am.
ReplyDeleteActually, about 2:30 a.m. He is a cabbie who stops in pretty regularly and shares stories about his fares. (He should have his own blog!)
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