Monday, March 14, 2005

Open Letter to Mr. Flatulence

Calgary, Alberta, Canada.

Hotel workout room.

Early evening.

Dear Middle Aged Guy. I admire your devotion to physical fitness at your somewhat advanced age. I do not, however, appreciate your anal trumpetings while you do leg lifts in this small room while I'm huffing away on the treadmill. Think, Dude, think.

Thank you.