Saturday, August 4, 2012

Sweaty Walk Home

I meet a friend to play paddle tennis sometimes, but I don't own a racquet so he brings one for me to borrow. At the end of our games I'm always dripping in sweat, and we say so long, and I walk back to my apartment. Walking around in street clothes soaked in sweat isn't too bad, but when I have to take an elevator I always get in with a few other folks returning from work dressed in business clothes. If I was standing in the elevator holding a tennis racquet, then they'd know what was going. It's somehow more tolerable standing next to someone who smells like gym shoes if you know what they were doing. But no, I'm just some horribly sweaty guy wearing his street clothes.

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