Dear aging hippie guy I see at the Company O. gym on Friday mornings,
Hail citizen! I've been seeing you in and around the pool for the last few Friday mornings. I really admire your courage and tenacity -- I don't think I could bring myself to swim laps at 7am. I have a hard time just getting on the stairclimber. Given the ample measurements of your mid-section, I can see you are definitely fighting the good fight. Please keep it up!
I also want to say that admire your sense of self. From your graying hair that hangs almost all the way down to the small of your back, to your long, full, graying beard that hangs almost as far down your front, you truly sport a unique look. To that I say, right on! Be your own bad self!
(Never having seen you in workplace attire, I do not know if you go the belt route or with suspenders. I would counsel against the suspenders; the world only needs so many aging hippie UNIX programmers who look like some kind geek Santa Claus. That's just a suggestion though... )
Though I have great admiration for you, I wish to write to you about one small matter regarding your appearance. I know that those beige swimming trunks you wear must have some strong sentimental attachment; I haven't seen a swimsuit that looks like 70's running shorts for about two decades. That aside, I must complain about the way that they fit... I saw you turn around the other morning and something more than a crescent moon was showing, if you get my meaning. I like to hope that I am not overly caught up on the appearances of others, but, I tend to draw the line (ahem)... at plumber's crack.
Thank you for your attention.
Your colleague,
Dr. Geek
said drgeek
on 2004-11-05 at 12:01 p.m.
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