The Bird Show.

I am having the week that is right out of curb your enthusiasm,

or it would be something written into Seinfeld for George Costanza.

Let me see if I can explain it correctly.

I told you guys a couple of days ago that last weekend while I was in the gym,

I almost got a face full of a senior citizen's junk in my face. I explained to you guys that

things happened fast and I was so stunned by it.

I really am having a hard time putting together all of the details, but to edit it for you,

the way that my gym is set up, it's got two stacks of lockers, and this particular day which never happens all of the top

lockers were taken so I was forced to get on my knees yeah and use the bottom locker no problem

done it before not a problem it's not the greatest real estate but it's real estate nonetheless right

so when I'm done with my workout and I am getting the stuff my backpack out of the bottom

locker, there's a dude behind me, an older man, in his 70s, one of these dudes that is very proud of his body in his 70s, doesn't wear a towel, or if he was wearing a towel, wasn't at this particular time.

And because I guess the five seconds it was taking me to get my stuff out of my locker. It was too long for him.

Um, so he reached over me as I was on my knees facing my locker and reaches over me and to the

right.

So his waist and junk is right by my eyeballs and my cheek and my left ear while he is

reaching for his bag that is in his locker to the northeast of mine so am i painting that

picture okay oh i picture it all right i don't want want to, but I am. How could we forget?

How close do you think his junk was to touching your face?

I told you guys the other day, and I am serious about this.

I know that embellishment makes a good story.

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