I recently stayed at a resort in Hawaii that has redone their spa since the last time I was there. This resort also has all kinds of facilities for working out or playing tennis or for spinning classes or any number of activities that involve sweating. Clyde and I always go with our friends Jim and Abraham, and we always have the same conversation.
Jim: The spinning class is at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow. Do you guys want come with us?
Clyde: Yes.
Me: No.
Jim: Missy, are you sure?
Me: Yes.
Abraham: Missy, it will be fun!
Me: It's too much sweating.
Abraham: That's true. It's a lot of sweating.
Jim: Missy, what about taking a class this afternoon? We could do Fitness Pump at 3:00.
Me: I don't do anything with the word "pump" in the title.
I then go to the spa and get a massage because not only does it not involve sweating, it doesn't even really involve moving. After my massage I check out the newly remodeled spa vanity area where they supply lotion, sunscreen, mouthwash, hairdryers, etc. Many of the amenities are by a particular Hawaiian brand, but there is one generic spray-pump bottle on the counter with a handmade label that says "Hairspray".
As I'm drying my hair, a heavily sweating woman (has the spinning class just ended?) comes in, grabs the bottle marked "Hairspray", sprays it under both of her arms and walks out.
Should I have run after her to tell her? I didn't. So for the rest of the day I could not stop thinking about how it would feel to have hairspray in your armpits. When it was 88 degrees outside. And humid.
Jim: The spinning class is at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow. Do you guys want come with us?
Clyde: Yes.
Me: No.
Jim: Missy, are you sure?
Me: Yes.
Abraham: Missy, it will be fun!
Me: It's too much sweating.
Abraham: That's true. It's a lot of sweating.
Jim: Missy, what about taking a class this afternoon? We could do Fitness Pump at 3:00.
Me: I don't do anything with the word "pump" in the title.
I then go to the spa and get a massage because not only does it not involve sweating, it doesn't even really involve moving. After my massage I check out the newly remodeled spa vanity area where they supply lotion, sunscreen, mouthwash, hairdryers, etc. Many of the amenities are by a particular Hawaiian brand, but there is one generic spray-pump bottle on the counter with a handmade label that says "Hairspray".
As I'm drying my hair, a heavily sweating woman (has the spinning class just ended?) comes in, grabs the bottle marked "Hairspray", sprays it under both of her arms and walks out.
Should I have run after her to tell her? I didn't. So for the rest of the day I could not stop thinking about how it would feel to have hairspray in your armpits. When it was 88 degrees outside. And humid.
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