Two significant happenings today:
- I went to the gym. Yes, that was significant. I did an elliptical trainer, stationary bike, and ran some laps in the gym.
- On my way out of the gym, I was wearing my warm-up pants and a BYU hoodie. Out in the parking lot, I passed a 13- or 14-year-old kid. He looked at my hoodie and then at me and said, “How ’bout them Utes?” I couldn’t believe the audacity of this punk kid to look at me, a hunk of muscle, and talk smack. He’d never seen me, and I’d never seen him. What ever happened to teenagers showing at least a bit of respect to their elders?