macho men
[TRAINER's workout partner, OFFICER, checks in at the front desk. He glances into the weight room, assessing where Trainer is. He leans over the desk and whispers to EDGY conspiratorially.]
Officer: So . . . um . . . Edgy . . . well . . . okay . . . Don't tell Trainer this, but where do you shop for your clothes?
Edgy: Eh?
Officer: I mean, you have a pretty good fashion sense and all . . . Don't get me wrong because there are some things you wear that are like, no way uh-uh, but most of your clothes are pretty cool and so I was just wondering.
Edgy: Mostly Buckle, but some Banana Republic.
Officer: Okay. But don't tell Trainer. I don't want to catch any shit from him.
Edgy: Wait. So you mean he hasn't told you about Vegas?
Officer: What about Vegas?
Edgy: Just the little part about Vegas where he took me shopping with him because he wanted to look hot for the concert.
Officer: He what? Are you serious?
Edgy: Oh, yeah.
Officer [as he walks away]: Yo, Trainer. You went shopping?
All this because some men just aren't men enough to wear embroidered shirts.
3 comments:
We can't all be as manly as you.
We must acknowledge Dec for helping Edgy along in his manliness.
This is what my life is lacking: macho guys asking me for fashion tips. Obviously I need to switch career paths.
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