Tales From the Gym – The Society of Random Picnickers Strikes Again

March 31st, 2007

It was the strangest thing. As I sat in the sauna, gazing through the glass door into the foyer beyond, my eyes happened to alight on a girl who was taking a drink from the water fountain. My thoughts were elsewhere, until… until she stood up, turned around, and looked RIGHT at me, with an orange wedge in her mouth.

I know she didn’t put it there while she was coming up from the water fountain. She must be wandering around with an entire orange wedge in her mouth, not chewing, waiting to flash people her eerie, orange, toothless smile.

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