Samurai Dispatch – October 2nd, 2013
I was setting up my “outdoor office” this morning – iron table, lawn chairs, gallon of coffee – when I heard the loud grumbling of the garbage truck.
I looked up to make sure that we’d remembered to put out our trash and recycling – we forget often! We did. So, I went back to what I was doing, ignoring the happenings of the sanitary dudes.
As soon as I turned my back, I heard a shouting voice, just audible over the engine.
“Are you layin’ up under that?”
I turned to see a skinny man coming towards me with purpose, and a huge smile. He repeated himself, only louder, “Are you layin’ up under that?”
This time he pointed behind me, and his adamant finger turned a light on inside my brain.
He meant, “Are you bench pressing that?” and was pointing at the squat stands in my garage.
His curiosity seems to be inline with that of all of the drivers of large vehicles that peruse my neighborhood.
Our mailman – a 30-something dude who’s shirts are always appropriately too-tight – keeps promising to come out to Asheville Strength… because he loves bodybuilding. Our UPS driver spent nearly 20 minutes discussing how devastated he was when his wife made him get rid of his own garage gym. And a random – massive – moving truck driver went so far as to go into my garage and start doing curls, just to prove to me that he has gym-cred.
Iron seems to have some magnetic quality for men who work with their hands and drive big trucks.
The skinny guy continued, “I bet you’re squatting that. How much is that?”
“I don’t know, about 200 pounds,” I said, not wanting to get into a kilo-to-pound conversion conversation.
“You can’t lay up under that much weight, can you?”
Finally understanding what kind of conversation we were having, I engaged. “I’m not squatting that, my girl is,” I said watching his eyes bulge and nearly explode out of his skinny head.
“Say what?! No no no… are you serious?”
“I ain’t fuckin’ around, man. And that’s just her warm up.”
At this point his face was telling me that he thought I was bullshitting him. He laughed, pointed at me, and said, “Maaaaaaaaan…”
He gave me a fist bump, and the ubiquitous Generation-X’er reverse-head-nod (dudes know what I mean), and walked back to his truck.
Before he drove off, he yelled back again, “Keep it strong!”
I laughed, waved, and got back to business.
It’s funny to me how shocking it is to most people to think about a woman squatting that much. It’s good I didn’t mention that she actually squats over 300 pounds now… he may have had a heart attack.
To be fair, he was clearly a nice and inquisitive guy who would likely “click over” really quick in the right environment.
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