At a conference there is the usual sales talk to everyone who comes to your booth. And then there’s the personal talk between the exhibitors. I think I enjoy that much more. And of course, my Conference Peeps were all at one booth. So the boss can say, “Heather will be at the booth… and if she’s not there, check the Lansinoh booth.” Ooops, bad on me! Sure enough there I am. But, hell no one’s coming to the booth at this hour. They’re waiting until its time for me to go so they can delay my meal and make me miss the breakfast servings and have to choose lunch. (I LOVE breakfast. Can’t you Cat readers tell that!)
Anyway at one such exhibitor bonding I was telling the story of my weight loss and was asked how often I went to the gym.
“Five times a day,” I replied.
She looked at me and I started laughing and we began to riff off it.
ME: “No, I meant 5 times a week.”
HER: “I was thinking…five times a day… you must be in love with your trainer or something!”
ME: “Yeah, it’s work out, then ‘WORK it’ out”
HER: “What’s he working, the Kagel muscle?!”
hysterical laughter as we pretend to grunt/pant and count at the same time.
ME: (quoting the trainer) “Almost there… just five more… three, two, one… (climax) and rest.”
I wonder if he’d charge me for that session?