Morning's Light

Here’s one of my junior high girls with me at church today. People mistake her for my daughter (I don’t have kids.) KC is adorable, fun, and quite the artist!

So I’m at the gym this afternoon and need to check out a lap counter from the trainer at the desk.

Trainer: "Would you like an ice pack too?" (he was handing one to a woman next to me).

Me: "Uh..no thanks! I’d like a lap counter please."

T:  "oww..oww..oww..there’s nothing FUNNY about it…."   muttering "Why do they call it the FUNNY bone anyway???"

T continues to be paralyzed by pain and rubs his elbow to alleviate the discomfort while I focus on filling out the signout sheet correctly.  Without looking up from the form, I ask absentmindedly, "What time is it?"

T – in much pain – "I. Don’t. Know.  It’s 1:10! 1:20!  I dunno.  WHAT KIND OF A PERSON ARE YOU ANYWAY? I’m in pain and you want to know what TIME IT IS????"

Me: "Oh yeah. sorry. a mean person I guess. let’s not spread that rumor around!!"  [waits patiently for the trainer to be okay.]

T:  "Ahhhh..okay – back to normal."

Me: "Ummm..are you going to live?"

T: "I think so."

Me: "Good. Because I can’t make fun of you if you’re not gonna live!"

T: "Haha. Have a good workout."