Flexing Muscle.

I went to the YMCA the other day and visited the proverbial weight room. (I still haven’t figured out if they call it a weight room because you lift weights or because you’re in there to loose some of it). I did a variety of exercises that worked out many different muscles: my bis, tris, quads, and quints.

After my body-building session I made my way back to the locker room to grab my clothes. As I walked in, I heard a loud banging noise – as if two junior high kids were bouncing a basketball against the lockers – which is exactly what it was. They also had radio headsets from the YMCA that they were playing with. I said a few friendly words to them (which was responded with disrespect), grabbed my stuff, and headed to the front desk to pick up my membership card.

The lady at the front desk had a concerned look on her face. “Are those two boys behaving?” she said, “I had to kick them out last night for their destructive behavior.” I explained what I saw. She told me that they weren’t supposed to have those radios back there. The conversation went something like this:

I said: “Want me to go get the radios from them?”

“Well, I don’t want to . . .”

“I don’t mind.”

“Well . . .”

“Do they need kicked out? I don’t mind doing that eitherrr . . .”

“Adam, you really want to go get them, don’t you?”

You see, I was looking forward to going into that locker room and showing those disrespectful junior highers who the boss was. I wanted to flex those muscles I just spent an hour working on.

Right about at the time of my glory, in came the boys’ uncle or something and he picked them up. I never got to do any muscle flexing. But I still worked hard for the muscle – and when I need to flex it, I know they’re right beside me: my bis, tris, quads, and quints. All of them. Grrr!!! 🙂