I was drying my hair at the gym this morning, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the woman next to me wave down another lady who started to walk by her.
The lady stops and says, "So I went to Citysports to buy some running clothes."
"That's great! What did you buy?" the woman next to me said.
"Well, nothing yet..." She paused and asked, "I was wondering... How tight should the clothing be?"
"Uh, you know, just go with whatever feels good."
"Well," she continued, "I wasn't sure what size to get. I was going back and forth between a medium and..." (Now at this point I was certain the other choice had to be large) "or a small."
"Definitely medium," the woman next to me said; a little too quickly for the other lady's preference. Secretly I was delighted at the turn the conversation took and eagerly awaited the response.
The woman's lips drew to form a very thin line and she hummed a bit, before saying, "You know, I think I'll ask my trainer. You know, someone more qualified." She walked away and I looked at the lady next to me and we burst out laughing.