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7pm rolled around and I decided to order a small pizza from the place across the parking lot from the gym I was working at tonight. While I was waiting for it to be finished cooking, I was going to go down the street to get a large soda for myself and one for my boss. I started backing out of my spot and noticed the truck moving oddly. "Hmm, must be rubbing against the curb..." I cleared the curb; it wasn't the curb. I pulled back in and checked out my tire: Completely flat. Damn it.
I got out the cheap ass jack that came with my Explorer and the pointy, one socket tire iron and had everything ready to switch in the spare. All that was left was removing the flat. The lug nuts stopped me dead in my tracks. I must've been heaving, ho-ing, cursing up a storm for 15 minutes before giving up they were so damned tight. And not one passerby offered to help. I'll be sure to hand them unwashed towels next time I see them... no, not really, though they do deserve it the douchebags.
Then He pulled into the parking spot next to me.
He is about my height (I'm 5'7") perhaps a little taller, blond hair, blue eyes, a great body, an adorable smile, and drives a Granite Construction pickup. Granite is a major, California-based firm that specializes in big civil engineering projects as well as regular construction work. All the girls (and the one gay guy, moi) swoon over Him. This. Man. Is. Hot. We started talking and laughing about the whole thing and He offered to give it a shot. I told Him that, because my tire iron had a nice sharp point on one end, I was hesitant to allow anyone to bother for fear of skewering themselves, instead opting for an compressed-air tool to do the job. He insisted and after a little goading I let Him (Right, like I really wanted to pass up a chance to see His wonderful physique at work up close in person). He heaved and ho-ed and got all five of those damned lug nuts off. They fought Him pretty hard too. I thanked them when He wasn't looking.
After that, it was simple to finish the job. We talked some more and got on the subject of working out. I rarely do despite of working at two seperate gyms, the first for 2.5 years now and the other (the one where this all happened) since February. My problem is motivation. I could easily fit in a workout by just coming to either job early or staying at the first gym after my shift (it's open 24 hours, this one isn't), but I'm self-concious about working out by myself. He thought about it a little and said He would be happy to be my workout partner...
...and then the heat delirium passed. I still hadn't managed to get a single one of those damned lug nuts off and sunset wasn't far away. I resigned myself to calling AAA's roadside assistance. The guy that came by was pretty cute, had a 4-arm tire iron and as such could properly put his foot and weight on it to get the necessary leverage to get the nuts loose. 10 minutes later he was on his way to his next call and I had four functioning tires to get me home tonight.
But He never came in to workout tonight to brighten my mood. I hate perfect-yet-missed opportunities...
I got out the cheap ass jack that came with my Explorer and the pointy, one socket tire iron and had everything ready to switch in the spare. All that was left was removing the flat. The lug nuts stopped me dead in my tracks. I must've been heaving, ho-ing, cursing up a storm for 15 minutes before giving up they were so damned tight. And not one passerby offered to help. I'll be sure to hand them unwashed towels next time I see them... no, not really, though they do deserve it the douchebags.
Then He pulled into the parking spot next to me.
He is about my height (I'm 5'7") perhaps a little taller, blond hair, blue eyes, a great body, an adorable smile, and drives a Granite Construction pickup. Granite is a major, California-based firm that specializes in big civil engineering projects as well as regular construction work. All the girls (and the one gay guy, moi) swoon over Him. This. Man. Is. Hot. We started talking and laughing about the whole thing and He offered to give it a shot. I told Him that, because my tire iron had a nice sharp point on one end, I was hesitant to allow anyone to bother for fear of skewering themselves, instead opting for an compressed-air tool to do the job. He insisted and after a little goading I let Him (Right, like I really wanted to pass up a chance to see His wonderful physique at work up close in person). He heaved and ho-ed and got all five of those damned lug nuts off. They fought Him pretty hard too. I thanked them when He wasn't looking.
After that, it was simple to finish the job. We talked some more and got on the subject of working out. I rarely do despite of working at two seperate gyms, the first for 2.5 years now and the other (the one where this all happened) since February. My problem is motivation. I could easily fit in a workout by just coming to either job early or staying at the first gym after my shift (it's open 24 hours, this one isn't), but I'm self-concious about working out by myself. He thought about it a little and said He would be happy to be my workout partner...
...and then the heat delirium passed. I still hadn't managed to get a single one of those damned lug nuts off and sunset wasn't far away. I resigned myself to calling AAA's roadside assistance. The guy that came by was pretty cute, had a 4-arm tire iron and as such could properly put his foot and weight on it to get the necessary leverage to get the nuts loose. 10 minutes later he was on his way to his next call and I had four functioning tires to get me home tonight.
But He never came in to workout tonight to brighten my mood. I hate perfect-yet-missed opportunities...
). A year later I heard from the same friend that Dana was now at another gym. She hired me soon thereafter and I've been there ever since, though she left to run this newish place last fall. I've been working there too since February. She's also a part owner of another gym down by the gym where we first met, but on her advice I won't be working there (problems she's concerned about with its management; she won't be the one doing the hiring, otherwise she'd hire me in a heartbeat).
. don't ask me why. If I'm referring to children, I'll call them little girls.
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