Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Treadmills and Tuxedos
Last night, Brendan and I went to Mr. Tux in Somerville to get fitted for the tuxedos to be worn in Jack's wedding next month. I haven't worn a tux since my senior prom, and for some reason I recalled the "fitting" process to be more tedious than it proved to be last night. The lady took my measurements, gave me a pair of pants and a shirt to try on, I tried them on, they fit, I paid. It's amazing (to me, at least) what you have to pay for a suit that will be worn for a matter of hours, considering you could buy a suit to own forever for almost the same price. Oh, Monsieur Tuxedo, vous n'êtes pas mon ami.
After Mr. Tux, I went straigt to Bally's to have myself a workout. I've grown curious about some of the staff on hand there. In particular, there is a guy who works at Bally's, probably in his mid 50's, and never seems to do anything work-related. At first, I thought he might be the manager, but he's not. As far as I can tell, his job description is as follows:
1) Watch the televisions in front of the excercise bikes.
2) Ogle the young women on the treadmills.
3) Flirt with young women who work at the front desk.
If these are, in fact, the perameters of his job, then I can see why they've kept him around for so long. He stood next to me, watching television for a good 10 minutes yesterday while I was on the bike. It's kind of strange that I'm paying money, he's getting paid, and we're both watching a show that greatly resembles "The O.C.", but is not. After reading this, I'm convinced that this guy won his job by attending a New England Revolution game.
For all of you that enjoyed this strange article from last Tuesday's entry, here is yet another article about Elephant Polo, played by Transvestites. I'm telling you, it's catching on.
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After Mr. Tux, I went straigt to Bally's to have myself a workout. I've grown curious about some of the staff on hand there. In particular, there is a guy who works at Bally's, probably in his mid 50's, and never seems to do anything work-related. At first, I thought he might be the manager, but he's not. As far as I can tell, his job description is as follows:
1) Watch the televisions in front of the excercise bikes.
2) Ogle the young women on the treadmills.
3) Flirt with young women who work at the front desk.
If these are, in fact, the perameters of his job, then I can see why they've kept him around for so long. He stood next to me, watching television for a good 10 minutes yesterday while I was on the bike. It's kind of strange that I'm paying money, he's getting paid, and we're both watching a show that greatly resembles "The O.C.", but is not. After reading this, I'm convinced that this guy won his job by attending a New England Revolution game.
For all of you that enjoyed this strange article from last Tuesday's entry, here is yet another article about Elephant Polo, played by Transvestites. I'm telling you, it's catching on.
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