a real tear jerker

[Guest guest]

Ok guys don't cry or at least we're not supposed to. But seriously

this is about as close to a feeling of just basic everyday joy

sneaking up on me that I think I could share.

I was thinking of leaving work around 4pm. My kids weren't in school

so I didn't have to pick them up and was staying late on a Friday

just doing nothing really. I was chatting up my fellow cube

prisoners. A guy I've worked with for most of the eight years I've

been there was in his cube, I commented on his leather coat, then

another guy popped up and said he just got one and knew we both had

them so we could all hang out together. Blah blah blah we kept

talking and it was all fun.

I picked up the first guy's coat and commented that it was pretty

nice and hefty. He started talking about how it was a great coat with

a great name and how he'd bought it one of the local long time

department stores years ago (it's out of business now). I asked what

size it was (I have no idea why). He said, " 44 " . Well I'm wearing my

father's old 46 coat (because he's to big for it now haha) and I

announce, " Hey I'll bet this would fit me " The guy had started to put

the coat on just as a habit and put his hands in the pockets and

says, " Oh I doubt that, come on " , starts to take it off and politely

hands it to me. The other guy is in the cube now showing us his new

jacket.

I take the 44 coat. Put it on, no problem. Zip it up, NO PROBLEM and

say, " Hey this is pretty nice, I like it. " The other guy's jaw is on

the floor. I'm putting my hands in the pockets, checking the length

on the sleeves, sort of noticing that the gathering on the waist

while higher up than my coat's longer length, is still working and

yet is kind of LOOSE in a way, maybe his coat is just a little used

there I say. He starts to get a little concerned and says, " Ok take

it off, give me my coat back. " I say, " hmm there seems to be things

in the chest pockets here, what do you have going on here buddy? " He

demands, " Right, take it off now, give me my coat back, it's not

yours! " While he has it now I might just accidentally wear it some

day again. After all both our coats are brown and fit me fine. You

can see the confusion right? At the least I'm going to have to pass

by his cube on my way out Monday and say, " Wow that sure IS a nice

coat man, have a good afternoon " just to make him nervous. HAHA!

This guy and many of my long time co-workers, like me, probably still

sometimes think of me as 5-6X. It is great having my and their

world's rocked. It made my week, probably my whole damned month.

Just thought I'd share a strange positive. This sort of thing means

much more to me than even my precious numbers, information and

statistics of workout times and weight loss amounts.

Mike in GR