one among thousands

...the gym around lunch. the cardio elliptical machines that i want to use are all taken so i curse the AARP under my breath as i decide to lift legs instead. videos from madonna, hall and oates, and justin timberlake fail to quell my anger. some guy who looks like dr. rey from doctor 90210 is stretching with a stick right in front of the mini-decline where i like to work on abdominals. i pass by and do a faux-karate move to block and dodge, knowing he won’t get the joke. he thinks i’m being friendly, but that is about as close to the truth as simple plan is to releasing a listenable song. i wonder, ‘did i grow up according to plan?’ as i walk into the locker room, not sure of the answer…