Tom came home from work looking a little bewildered. I asked why.
"Remember that guy, the one I kept seeing at a bunch of triathlons? He's a real Ironman muscle guy. Very fast." said Tom.
I nodded and had no idea where this was going.
"We were swapping messages on facebook about a workout plan. He wrote that he'd coach me and it would only cost $5. I wasn't sure if he was kidding."
I uh huh'ed.
Tom goes on, "I didn't know what to write back. Seriously, what if he's only kidding? But then again, what if he's not kidding? I thought about my response for a really long time."
This had to be going somewhere. You'd expect there'd be a story arc of some kind.
"Finally I decided to write back 'I'm In!' with a smiley face. Then I'd wait to see what he replied. At that point, I should know if he's kidding."
Right, right, I said. You'd expect you'd know at that point.
|Is that a litterbox?|
That's good, I said. Sucks when ye olde keyboard is on the fritz.
Tom shook his head. That wasn't his point. He says, "Here's the thing-- when I actually looked at what I sent, instead of sending 'I'm in!' I sent two cat emojis."
Oh, I said.
"I sent another message real quick, like 'I don't know how that happened!'
He hasn't written back yet."
I laughed so hard the neighbors' dog started barking.