Story 637: Trying to Get Back Pain to Go Away

 FRIDAY EVENING 

(In a living room, Sibling 2 is following along with an online workout video playing on a laptop propped up on the couch)

Trainer: (In time with swinging a giant kettlebell) All right! – You got this! – Just one! – More minute!

Sibling 2: (Swinging a much smaller kettlebell) I thought – you said that – five minutes – ago –

(One minute later, a timer on the video “DING!”s and Trainer stops swinging)

Trainer: (Gently sets down the kettlebell and claps enthusiastically through the sweat) WHOO-HOO!!  You made it!  I’m so proud of you, I could cry!  Time to cool down.  (Collapses onto a mat and full-body stretches for a long time)

Sibling 2: (Still swinging the kettlebell on autopilot) I – can’t – stop –

(Later that night, Sibling 2 lies down in bed to sleep)

Sibling 2: (Lying back onto the pillow) Ahhh, there’s nothing like resting after a self-satisfying workout.  It could’ve gone better, but it also could’ve gone much worse.  (Smiles while closing eyes and takes a deep breath; eyes fly open with a sudden back spasm) Uh-oh. 

SUNDAY MORNING 

(Sibling 1 calls Sibling 2, holding the phone between head and shoulder while putting away breakfast items)

Sibling 2: (Answers after a few moments of an open line, sounding strained and a little muffled) `Ellllooo?

Sibling 1: Hey, I found myself with a Sunday where I actually have nothing planned – wanna go bike riding in the park?

Sibling 2: Since when do you bike ride?  Again?

Sibling 1: (Brushing teeth in the bathroom) Yeah, I know, it’s been a minute, but if not now, when, know-what-I-mean?  Figured the ol’ legs should still be up for it, right?  (Swishes and spits into the sink) So: you in?

Sibling 2: Thanks, but… I’llll have to pass… on that….

Sibling 1: (Stops while tying shoes near the front door) Are you OK?

Sibling 2: Not… really….

Sibling 1: (Walks to the living room and starts pacing) You sound like you’re lying on the floor – what happened?

Sibling 2: (Lying on the living room floor in child’s pose with arms next to the sides and two ice packs strapped to the back; the phone also is on the floor, on speaker, next to Sibling 2’s mouth that is smushed up against the laminate) Well, you remember the kettlebell I got and never used?

Sibling 1: …No.

Sibling 2: Of course.  Anyway, it’s only 10 lbs and I use heavier dumbbells all the time –

Sibling 1: What, like 15 lbs?

Sibling 2: Shush – I’m all the way up to a whopping 25 now.

Sibling 1: Good for you!  Anyway?

Sibling 2: Anyway, I found a kettlebell workout series online, so I figured, “Why not?”  So I finally used it.

Sibling 1: And?

Sibling 2: And, do you know how much swinging a kettlebell is involved in a kettlebell workout?

Sibling 1: All of it, I’m guessing.

Sibling 2: Not on this one – I actually wound up with the dumbbells for most of it since they were heavier; the swinging was intermittent.

Sibling 1: OK, sure, and?

Sibling 2: And the swinging got longer and longer with each session.  By Session 5, there was lots and lots and lots of it.  So much, that I think I broke something.

Sibling 1: (Stops pacing and gasps) The TV?!

Sibling 2: No, not the TV!  My back!

Sibling 1: (Gasps louder) You broke your back?!

Sibling 2: No, I’d be talking to you from a hospital if I did that!  What I meant was, I think all that swinging strained my back, and now it’s spasming all over the place.

Sibling 1: Oh no, can you even walk?

Sibling 2: (Slowly sits back onto heels) Yesss, I can walk, I can bend down, I can reach up – I just get these sudden pains that threaten to topple me over.  (Freezes and grabs lower back) Like just now.

Sibling 1: Ouch.  You try ice or something?

Sibling 2: (Taking off the ice packs) I tried everything: ice, heat, twisting, stretching, massaging, yoga videos specifically targeting back pain, the works.  It hasn’t gotten better since it started Friday night, and in some ways, I think it’s gotten worse.  And now I’m afraid to go into the office tomorrow and face-plant on the way to my desk.

Sibling 1: Have you fallen down yet?

Sibling 2: Not yet, but I’m sure it’ll come when I least expect it.  Probably when I’m outside so all my neighbors can watch.

Sibling 1: (Nods with brow furrowed in thought) OK… OK… I’m coming over – I’ve got an idea.

Sibling 2: (Grabs the phone from the floor and takes it off speaker) Oh no, thanks but I’m gonna go to a doctor in a few days if this hasn’t cleared up by then –

Sibling 1: (Grabs keys and sunglasses and breezes out the front door) Nope!  They’ll just prescribe physical therapy and once you’re there, YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE.

Sibling 2: (Slowly stands and walks to the kitchen to lean against a counter) That’s not a bad thing; it helps a lot of people –

Sibling 1: (Hopping into a car) I bet, but not in this case!  Be there in five!  (Ends the call, tosses the phone onto the passenger seat, and zooms away)

Sibling 2: (Holds out the silent phone to stare at for a moment) You live 20 minutes away! 

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER 

(Sibling 2 opens the front door to Sibling 1)

Sibling 1: (Stares agape at Sibling 2 wearing pajamas and slippers) You’re not ready to go?!

Sibling 2: Go where?

Sibling 1: Oh, I forgot to mention: I know someone.

Sibling 2: Don’t we all.

Sibling 1: Someone who can help.

Sibling 2: (Steps back for Sibling 1 to enter and shuts the door) Who, an acupuncturist?

Sibling 1: (Takes off sunglasses) Better – put on some comfortable clothes and shoes and let’s go.

Sibling 2: (Sighs) I’m sure I’m going to regret this.  (Shuffles to the bedroom, closes the door, and a significant time later emerges wearing a T-shirt and gym pants; shuffles back to the front door, then slowly and gingerly sits on the floor to put on sneakers)

Sibling 1: (Staring the entire time) Wow, you weren’t kidding – you’re moving like an old person.

Sibling 2: (Stops mid-lacing to stare at Sibling 1) That’s just rude on so many levels.  (Sibling 1 looks mildly abashed) But I am feeling it right now.

(They slowly leave the house and get into the car, and Sibling 1 drives away)

Sibling 1: We’ll be there soon and this’ll all go away, no sweat.

Sibling 2: (Fiddling with control panel buttons) Sure, sure – hey, how do you turn on the seat warmer in this thing?

Sibling 1: (Accelerating on the highway) It’s over 90°F out.

Sibling 2: I NEED IT!

(At a slightly rundown office complex, Siblings 1 and 2 park as close as possible to one of the entrances and gently walk inside a former warehouse that was turned into a training center)

Sibling 1: (Holding a steadying hand out to Sibling 2) You OK?  Need an arm or something?

Sibling 2: Nah, I should be fine as long as the ground is level.  (Winces and freezes while stepping over the threshold)

Sibling 1: (Roughly grabs Sibling 2’s arm) Don’t worry, I’ve got you!

Sibling 2: (Holding onto the doorframe with the other arm; through gritted teeth) I appreciate it, but do that again and we’re both gonna wind up on the floor.

Sibling 1: (Lets go) Sorry.  Don’t know my own strength!

Sibling 2: I wouldn’t call it that.

(They slowly walk into the center, which is a large open space ringed by workout equipment)

Sibling 1: (Greeting the only person there, who walks toward them) Hey!  Thanks for squeezing us in today!

Sibling 2: (Leans toward Sibling 1; in a low voice) There’s no one else here….

Owner: (Shakes Sibling 1’s hand) No worries, there’re only classes here on Sundays so we have about – (Checks a watch) 20 minutes before the next one.  (To Sibling 2) So, you’re the one with the bad back?

Sibling 2: It’s not a bad back, it’s normally fine, just – (Grabs it in a sudden spasm) strained right now, that’s all.

Owner: (Nods knowingly) Mm-hm – office worker?

Sibling 2: Huh?

Owner: Sit at your desk all day?

Sibling 2: That’s not – this was from an intense kettlebell workout, OK!

Owner: (Nods knowingly) Mm-hm.

Sibling 2: I move around all day, you know!  I get up at least every 20 minutes, I walk almost everywhere, I exercise three times a week, I do yoga, I drink plenty of water, I get plenty of sleep – don’t judge me as a sedentary do-nothing!

Owner: (Nods knowingly) Mm-hm.  You don’t have to give an exact number, but you’re over 30 years old, correct?

Sibling 2: (To Sibling 1) I’m outta here.  (Turns to leave, has a spasm, and freezes in place)

Owner: (Flanking Sibling 2 with Sibling 1) You want this to go away and get your very active life back, yes?

Sibling 2: (Eyes squeezed shut and lips tucked in; nods quickly) Mm-hm!

Owner: Come with me, then.  (Gently takes one of Sibling 2’s arms, slowly turns around the latter, and all three gradually make their way to a long metal table on the other end of the training center) Now: lie down, please.

Sibling 2: Wait, don’t I need to fill out some forms first or something?

Owner: (Chuckles) Not for this!  I’ve seen all I need to know.

Sibling 2: Oh-kaay…. (Lies back onto the table) Ooh, the cold feels good.

Owner: That’s nice – turn over, please.

Sibling 2: Oh.  OK.  (Slowly turns onto stomach; beckons for Sibling 1 to lean down and mutters) Keep an eye everything, would you?

Sibling 1: (As Owner takes off sneakers and socks) Don’t you worry, I’ll be right here beside you the entire time!

Sibling 2: Thanks – (Owner lithely hops onto the table and steps onto Sibling 2’s back) Oof!

Owner: Please remain still and relaxed whilst my full body weight is concentrated upon the muscles surrounding your sacrum.  (Starts carefully walking around Sibling 2’s lower back, wriggling toes in certain spots to massage that area)

Sibling 2: (Gripping straps attached to the table) I don’t know if this hurts or not….

Sibling 1: (Holds out a hand) I can take the pain – wanna crush my hand until it’s over?

Sibling 2: (Stares at the hand) …I’m seriously thinking about it.

(After a few minutes, Owner steps off Sibling 2 and lithely hops off the table)

Owner: There!  All done!  You can sit up now.   (Sibling 2 slowly sits on the edge of the table) How do you feel?

Sibling 2: (Rubs lower back) I’m… not sure….

Owner: Try standing and twisting a bit.

Sibling 2: (Plants feet on the floor and slowly twists from side to side) It seems… OK, but the spasms usually come out of nowhere anyway.

Owner: (Puts socks and sneakers back on) That’s normal, but you may find you’ll have fewer and fewer of them now, if any at all.  It’s my patented technique that I share with no one: what I did just now should permanently heal all of your current muscle issues.  On the off-chance it didn’t though, come back in a few days and we’ll try my other patented technique.  (Affectionally pats one of the straps that Sibling 2 was gripping earlier and gestures to another pair of straps that are at the other end of the table, which are now seen to be arm and leg restraints attached to resistance bands; the restraints are welded to the table and the straps are welded to the nearby wall) We here unofficially refer to this as “The Rack”, but we’re aware that that can come off as a bit… insensitive.

Sibling 2: (Stares for a few moments at the restraints with Sibling 1; suddenly back to Owner) No, I think I’m good – I’ll let you know if I need another… standing session, but I think you made my back feel better for now, so thanks, we’ll be leaving.

Owner: Glad to hear it!  (All three look toward the entrance as people in workout clothes start to come in) Well, it looks like my next class is here, so please call us if you’d like to join as a member.  (Smiling, takes out a card to give to Sibling 2 and then shakes the latter’s hand) All are welcome.  (Shakes Sibling 1’s hand) I’ll be sending you the bill.  Bye!  (Waves at both and jogs to the entrance to greet the class)

Sibling 2: (To a shocked Sibling 1) You can send me the bill.

Sibling 1: (Shakes head to clear it) Yeah, sorry, I thought it would be one of those “The first one’s free” deals.

Sibling 2: (Pocketing the card) Ha, never.

Sibling 1: So, how’s your back feel?

Sibling 2: (Twists again several more times) You know, I don’t want to jinx it, but it really may be better now.

Sibling 1: (As they both walk back to the main entrance past the incoming crowd) That’s great!  I’m so glad when something actually works!

Sibling 2: (Stops suddenly and turns to Sibling 1) Question I was too distracted to ask earlier: (Points a thumb over at Owner with the class) What is that one licensed in for this place, anyway?

Sibling 1: …Gym… ology?

Sibling 2: (As they both start walking to the main entrance again) Yeah, next time, I’m going to an actual doctor first, physical therapy and all.

Sibling 1: Really?  Even with this miracle cure?

Sibling 2: Especially with this miracle cure.  Nothing’s ever that easy.

Sibling 1: Well, you have a little bit of a point with that.

Sibling 2: (Amused) Oh, really?  How so?

Sibling 1: (As they get back into the car) If I’d’ve known that was all you needed, I could’ve saved you the trouble and stood on your back for free!

Sibling 2: I’d rather you didn’t.

Story 636: Summer Has Started Three Weeks Early

(On a small beach, Friend 1 and Friend 2 sit on beach chairs under an umbrella, facing a bay that eventually goes into an ocean)

Friend 1: (Gestures at the nearly empty beach around them) See?  All the benefits of “The Beach”, with none of the hassle.  None of the crowds, none of the traffic, none of the fees.

Friend 2: (After a few moments staring at the gently lapping waves) None of the lifeguards.

Friend 1: Which is why we’re not swimming.

Friend 2: None of the bathrooms.

Friend 1: Which is why you’re always supposed to go before you leave home.

Friend 2: None of the –

Friend 1: Listen, do you want the experience of “The Beach” without dealing with all that stuff in actually going to “The Beach”, or not?!

Friend 2: It’s just… kind of boring.

Friend 1: How so?  Neither of us really swim at this point in our lives anyway, and we never surfed or paddle boarded or any of those major-athlete shenanigans, so how is this – (Gestures at the beach and water this time) any different?

Friend 2: I guess, but I’d still like the option to go swimming in the actual ocean, you know?

Friend 1: You stand in the shallows for five minutes and go back to reading under the umbrella for the rest of the time we’re there.

Friend 2: Still.  The water’s just different, you know?

Friend 1: Salt water, fresh water, brackish water – cold is cold.

Friend 2: And I do kind of miss some of the crowds.

Friend 1: (Lowers sunglasses to stare at Friend 2 in disbelief) What?!

Friend 2: Well, mainly the kids playing in the sand, making their little castles that won’t last the day, or throwing small balls that always wind up lost at sea, or floating around with their boogie boards, that sort of thing.

Friend 1: You’re always complaining how loud they are and that they’re running around all over the place and ruining your vibe!

Friend 2: I do not.

Friend 1: Ha!

Friend 2: I do not!  I think you’re confusing me with you.

Friend 1: Sure, I complain about them too, but at least I own it!

Friend 2: (Stares out at the water, brow furrowed in thought) Huh.  Maybe I do complain about them more than I thought.

Friend 1: I’ll say no more.  (Sips from a water bottle)

Friend 2: But still, it’s only early June now –

Friend 1: Summer has started for me, yes.

Friend 2: – so all those kids are still in school for another three weeks; couldn’t we have gone to an actual beach and still had peace and quiet?  I mean, I thought that was the whole point of us taking time off and going on a weekday now instead of in summer proper, when everyone will be there, every day, all day long?

Friend 1: (Stares at Friend 2 again) I am not paying $20 for the almost-exact same experience that I can get for free.

Friend 2: It’s $20 at that beach now?

Friend 1: Disgustingly, yes.

Friend 2: Per person?

Friend 1: Per car.

Friend 2: Oh, that makes more sense.  What about other beaches?

Friend 1: Slightly less per person, but I wouldn’t put it past them to raise fees once again, in solidarity with everything else inflating.

Friend 2: Hm.  Guess this really is the better option this time of year.

Friend 1: Darn tootin’.  And another thing: the lifeguard beaches don’t even reduce fees for this lull month when most of the crowds aren’t there yet, so if they consider it to be summer now, then so do I.

Friend 2: Summer doesn’t start until June 21.

Friend 1: I said what I said.

(They stare out at the water some more)

Friend 2: I suppose I could stand in the water for five minutes here just as well as anywhere else.

Friend 1: Go for it.

Friend 2: (Points to a section farther down the beach) Ooh, and look!  Seagulls, just like at a real beach!

Friend 1: This is a real beach!

Friend 2: You know what I mean.

Friend 1: (Picks up a trowel that was used to plant the umbrella) All right, would it make you feel better if you dig a massive hole in the sand and then immediately fill it in so you can have five seconds of childhood nostalgia?

Friend 2: Yes please.  (Snatches the trowel out of Friend 1’s hand and starts digging a massive hole in glee).

Friend 1: (Opens a book to read) You know, you can thank me for the other experience that you’re also getting free of charge, and no true summer at “The Beach” is complete without.

Friend 2: (Stops digging to look back at Friend 1) Oh?  And what magical summer experience is that?

Friend 1: Sand everywhere.

Story 635: Antivirus Software: You Get What You Pay For

             (In an electronics store, Customer is at the register purchasing a laptop)

Cashier: So, along with the laptop itself, would you like document and spreadsheet software?

Customer: How much extra?

Cashier: $150.

Customer: Heck no – I’ll wing it.

Cashier: OK, how about extra memory?

Customer: No – I’ll cross that bridge when I run out of it.

Cashier: Company credit card for discounts that you may or may not need?

Customer: No.

Cashier: Protection plan?

Customer: No.

Cashier: Antivirus software?

Customer: No – actually, that one I will need the second I access the Inter-disgusting-net.  What are the options?

Cashier: Well, there’s this premium version – (Gestures to a nearby figure dressed in a tuxedo)

Premium Antivirus Software: (Smoothly) I’m here for your every need, always.  Let me protect you from all the perils of that dangerous online world out there, my sweet.

Customer: Ew.  (To Cashier) How much?

Cashier: $200 a year.

Customer: Hard pass.  What else?

Cashier: Well, there’s a pretty good one that covers almost everything the first one does, just not as customized.  (Gestures to a nearby figure in a suit)

Pretty Good Antivirus Software: Never fear, your protector is here!  Not as personal, but just as protective!  (Thumbs-up at Customer)

Premium Antivirus Software: Hmpf.  No class whatsoever.

Customer: (To Cashier) Not bad – how much?

Cashier: $125 a year.

Customer: Whoo-hoo no – next!

Cashier: Well, if those options don’t suit you, there’s always the… basic software.  (Gestures to a nearby figure in T-shirt and jeans, snacking on a bag of potato chips)

Basic Antivirus Software: `Sup.

Customer: Ummm, do you provide antivirus protection, at all?

Basic Antivirus Software: (Shrugs) Sure.

Customer: (To Cashier) How much?

Cashier: $30 a year.

Customer: Sold!  (Completes the purchase)

Basic Antivirus Software: (Still snacking on the way out as the other two antivirus software figures glare) What can I say?  Get yourselves on sale next time. 

(At Customer’s home, the new laptop has been set up with programs installed and Wi-Fi signal connected)

Customer: (Sitting on the living room couch, with the laptop on a lapdesk) All right, accessing the interwebs… (Clicks on the browser icon; a tab appears) Yes!  Success!  I’m always amazed when this stuff actually works.  (Checks e-mail) Oh, my cousin sent me an article, how nice.  (Clicks on the link; a pop-up window appears) No, I don’t want an extra page downloading with this, thank-you.  (Clicks on the “X” – a bajillion pop-ups immediately appear, along with a phone number, flashing lights, and a loud BEEEEEEEEEP!)

Voice: (Blaring from the laptop’s speakers) WARNING!  WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT TURN OFF OR RESTART THE COMPUTER!  AND DO NOT UNPLUG THE ROUTER OR ELSE DISASTROUS THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO ALL YOUR FILES AND YOUR COMPUTER WILL NEVER EVER WORK AGAIN!  CALL THIS BRIGHT AND FLASHING PHONE NUMBER NOW AND WE WILL SAVE YOU FROM DESTRUCTION!  AND DON’T STOP TO THINK ABOUT THIS – JUST FOCUS ON THE LOUD NOISES AND INSISTENT MESSAGES AND TRUST US TO RESCUE YOU FROM DOOOOOOM!!!

Customer: (Flies off the couch, runs over the router, and rips out the plug) NononononoIdon’tbelievethisthisissounfairthesenderwaslegitIneverfallforthesethingshowdidthishappenenrightoutofthegate – !  (Runs back to the laptop and holds down the power button to turn it off)

Voice: I SAID DON’T TURN IT OFF – !  (Sudden silence)

Customer: (Fumes for several seconds, then yells at the ceiling) BASIC!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slouches into the living room while slurping a soda) Yo?

Customer: (Points to the laptop) How did this happen?!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Stares blankly at the laptop, then back at Customer) Uh, I think it was made in a factory somewhere, and then got shipped to the store where you bought it.

Customer: No-no-no, I know how it got here!  The problem is, I’m not on the thing for five minutes and I got hacked!

Basic Antivirus Software: Aw, really?  That’s too bad.  (Slurps)

Customer: No, not “too bad”, it’s your fault!

Basic Antivirus Software: Huh?  How you figure?

Customer: You have one job to do, and you blew it!  You’re supposed to keep those – (Flails arms at the laptop) things away from me, and yet, here it is!

Basic Antivirus Software: Whelp, no net catches 100% of anything; stuff like this is bound to get through.

Customer: Seriously?!

Basic Antivirus Software: At any rate, it sounds more like a “user error” issue to me, if you know what I mean.

Customer: (Coolly) Excuse me?

Basic Antivirus Software:  Technically, it’s your job not to fall for that obvious garbage.

Customer: I don’t!  I was exiting out of that window and this whole blaring fire alarm and window brigade showed up and yelled at me to call them!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps) Huh.  Did you call them?

Customer: No!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps again) You unplug the router or shut off the computer?

Customer: Yes!  Both!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slurps to the end of the drink) Should be fine then – sounds like it was trying to lure you into its malware web, and you probably dodged it.  No harm, no foul.

Customer: So that’s it?!  You just sit back and do nothing while I’m the one who has to dodge lures left and right?!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Sighs loudly) You want me to run a scan to make sure?

Customer: YES!

Basic Antivirus Software: (Slumps over to stand by the couch) OK, start it back up and I’ll scan it.  (Customer sits back down on the couch and starts the laptop; Basic Antivirus Software runs the scan for a few minutes) See?  No viruses found – can I go now?  (Unwraps a candy bar and starts munching)

Customer: That was a suspiciously short scan!  And you’re supposed to be watching out for this stuff 24/7!

Basic Antivirus Software: No I’m not – only when you’re online.  That’s all I signed up for, anyway.

Customer: Fine, just – don’t go anywhere.  (Begins working furiously on the laptop)

Basic Antivirus Software: (Settles on the arm of the couch behind Customer, munching on the candy bar and watching the screen) You know, if you’d wanted comprehensive protection and safe browsing tips and virtual hand-holding and all that, maybe you shouldn’t have gone for a cheap option like me who is clearly only going to do the bare minimum.  (Munches loudly)

Customer: (Glaring at the screen while dodging another malware trap) Clearly.

Story 634: Work Is a Distraction for a Workout

             (At a gym, Client enters in a hurry and still dressed in business casual)

Trainer: (Trots over from lounging against the front desk) Hi there!  Thanks so much for coming back.

Client: (Rushed) Yeah, listen, I only came in because I wanted to tell you in-person instead of leaving a phone message: sorry to gym-break-up with you like this, but it’s not you, it’s me.

Trainer: I know.

Client: No, I mean – what, you do?

Trainer: Totally: we never take anything personally in this line of work.  Success or failure is entirely up to you.  (Points to Client in emphasis)

Client: Oh.  OK, then you know that I’m leaving the gym because I just can’t get through the workouts and I’ve hit the wall and peaked long ago and will never get any better than I was at the beginning, right?

Trainer: Yes.

Client: Oh.  Guess we agree on my complete and utter inadequacy, then.  (Turns to leave, stifling a sob)

Trainer: Not so fast!  (Gently turns Client back around and steers the latter through the main training area, past others working with all sorts of equipment) Usually I’d let a client with your views go on your merry little way and focus on the ones here who are actually serious about their commitment to health BUT – (As Client opens mouth to object) I know that you’re a special case.

Client: (Borderline sarcastic) Oh, really?

Trainer: Of course!  And in the spirit of Memorial Day Weekend AND Military Appreciation Month, I’m not going to give up when I know you still have the potential to be all that you can be!

Client: I don’t know – (Briefly holds up a not-very-toned arm) I doubt I could serve our country with this.

Trainer: Not with that attitude!  At any rate: I observe all my clients closely, and you, my friend – (Points at Client again in emphasis) have a head problem.

Client: As in…?

Trainer: You’re stuck in it.  Most people here like having something else to focus on that isn’t work, or family, or their work family, or their lack of real friends, or what-have-you, so having to do a hundred reps of bicep curls or flipping ginormous tires or lunging until their legs turn to jelly tends to block out all that other stuff for a blissful hour or two.  You – (Pokes Client on the shoulder)

Client: Ow.

Trainer: – sorry – have the opposite situation going on.  You’re too focused on the bicep curling and the tire flipping and the leg lunging that you can’t relax.

Client: (Looks around the gym at everyone else lifting, running, squatting, lunging, pulling, and pushing) “Relax”?!

Trainer: Let me put it another way: you’re too focused on how not well you’re doing in the workouts that all you can see is the failure and not the progress.  So, I took the liberty of calling in an… assistant trainer, if you will.

(They stop at an exercise bench where someone else has been waiting)

Assistant: (Waves at Client) Hi!  Nice to see you!

Client: (Blinks at Assistant, then turns to Trainer) Are you telling me that you hired the VP’s administrative assistant from where I work to be a trainer here?!

Trainer: I sure did!  Am.

Client: (To Assistant) So you work here now, too?

Assistant: Sort of: they hired me as a per diem contractor.

Client: For what?

Assistant: To motivate you during workouts!

Client: What?!

Trainer: I know, isn’t it brilliant?  I wonder why no one’s thought of it before?

Client: No, I don’t think either one of you is getting it: I’m listening to all the “Keep going!”s and the “You got this!”s and the “Just 50 more!”s and the “You’re getting stronger with every rep!”s, but at this point they’re only underlining how not well I’m doing, at all.

Trainer: So – (Gestures to Assistant) we hired the Admin here to provide a different kind of motivation: work.

Client: Huh?

Assistant: I’m supposed to keep you distracted with all the projects and deadlines you have waiting for you back at the office, so that way you won’t even notice you’ve gotten through the session until it’s over!

Trainer: Brilliant, I say!

Client: That – I – I don’t know….

Trainer: C’mon, what do you have to lose by trying?

Client: Another month’s membership fee.

Trainer: Not to worry on that end; since this was my idea, you’re not being charged for this session if it doesn’t work.

Client: What, it’ll come out of your paycheck or something?

Trainer: Pretty much, yeah.

Client: Well, now I’ll feel guilty if I still don’t want to come back after today –

Assistant: Do it or I’ll tell the VP you’re an indecisive slacker right before your annual performance review!

(Client runs to the changing room)

Trainer: Oh, you’re good.

Assistant: Thank you – years of experience.

(At the exercise bench, Client is now in gym clothes and lying down, ready to lift)

Trainer: So, where did we leave off last time?

Client: (Embarrassed) Between 70 and 80 pounds.

Trainer: Good – we’re going for 100 now.  (Adds weights onto the bar and lifts it into Client’s hands)

Client: (Straining to hold up the weight as Trainer spots) Um, I don’t know, I’m probably going to drop the bar on myself –

Assistant: (Leans down next to Client’s head) Speaking of bars, did you finish those graphs for this week’s budget meeting yet?

Client: (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up) Uh, not yet – (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up) still waiting for more data – (Slowly lowers the bar, then lifts it back up)

Assistant: (Taking notes on a large pad and nodding) Um-hm: how many departments still haven’t gotten back to you?

Client: (Expels a big breath while lifting) Uhhhhhh, I don’t know exactly – (Lowers and lifts) I think a few – (Lowers and lifts) are flat-out ignoring me now – (Lowers and lifts) I’ll have to start calling them – (Lowers and lifts) or showing up at their desks – (Lowers and lifts) it’s really annoying (Lowers and lifts with a grunt)

Trainer: That’s enough.  (Takes the bar and puts it back on the rack) You just beat your personal record there, congrats!   (Wipes down the equipment)

Client: (Slowly sits up while rubbing sore hands) Huh.  I suppose I did.

Trainer: Let’s try the treadmill next, yeah?

Client: (Stands) Maybe leg lifts next instead?

Trainer: Nope!  I want some cardio in there now that you’re all warmed up!

Client: (As all three walk to a treadmill) But my stamina stinks.

Trainer: We’ll see about that!  Up you go!

(Client steps onto the treadmill; Trainer sets it to a 10% incline and 5 mph speed)

Client: That fast?!  And high?!

Trainer: Time to be bold!  (Starts the machine)

Client: (Starts running and is immediately almost of out of breath) I dunno – maybe a little slower –

Assistant: (Slides in front of Trainer, still writing notes) Take me through the presentation you have so far.

Client: Oh – uh – well – our fiscal year’s – pretty good – so far – under budget – in most areas – we’ll need to cut back – on expenses – in – (To Trainer who is watching a timer) Can I – take a – quick break?

Assistant: Cut back on what expenses?  You just said we’re under budget.

Client: Yeah – in some areas – but not others – those are over –

Assistant: Give me a list of what needs to be cut, then.

Client: Well – (Goes on for 10 minutes)

Trainer: (Stops the timer) Aaaaaand, time!  (Stops the treadmill) Well done, you!  I don’t think you’ve ever gone that long before.

Client: (Collapses sweating and gasping over the machine) I – haven’t?

Trainer: Nope!  And it was literally uphill all the way!

Client: (Starts to slump) Ohhhhh….

Trainer: Right: medicine ball time!

(Trainer drags Client to an open area on the floor as Assistant follows; the two then do sit-ups while throwing a medicine ball to each other)

Assistant: (Crouched next to Client and still taking notes while following with each sit-up) Have you called the vendors yet and told them that our invoicing process is changing?

Client: Not yet – (Sits up and throws) Corporate still hasn’t made it “official” so I can’t – (Catches the ball and lies back down) it’ll probably be next week though – (Sits up and throws) I have a mass e-mail ready to send – (Catches the ball and lies back down, and stays down) I don’t think I can get up again.

Assistant: (Glances over at Trainer who mouths “Twenty more”, then addresses Client again) Well, that really should be done this week, since invoices for the month will go out on Tuesday after the holiday.

Client: (Suddenly sits up and throws) Yeah, and no one actually pays on the day they get the invoice – (Catches the ball and lies back down) so they’ll still get the notice before they have to pay – (Sits up and throws) and it’ll be fresher in their minds if I send it next week.  (Catches and lies back down)

Assistant: (As the other two continue faster and faster) But, it’s best practice, not to mention common courtesy, to send the notice before they receive the invoices, because you just know they’re going to get confused if you send it after, and you just know that someone will pay that same day the one time you don’t want them to, and then we’ll all be up the creek when it was a completely avoidable situation –

Client: (Sitting up, lying down, throwing, and catching even faster) All right – all right – I’ll ask – first thing – tomorrow and – get approval – to send it out – by that afternoon – or Friday – the latest – OK?!

Trainer: (Catches a fastball and raises an arm in triumph) Done!

Client: (Collapses back down on the mat) I certainly am.

Trainer: (Stands with Assistant for them both to look down at Client) Well, I think this experiment went exceptionally well, don’t you agree?

Client: (Breathlessly) Oh yeah – I’m certainly not – stressing about – the workouts – anymore –

Trainer: Perfect!  See you at our usual time on Thursday then, yeah?  (Walks away, tossing the medicine ball into the air and whistling in glee)

Assistant: (Down at Client) See you in the office tomorrow, yeah?  (Walks away, taking notes in glee)

Client: (Still on the floor) Great – now I’ll always – be thinking – about work –

Story 633: What Can I Give for Mother’s Day?

            “Oh hi honey, what’s up?”

“Well, I’m calling in a panic right now, an absolute panic!”

“Dear me, why’s that?”

“Because Mother’s Day is this Sunday, and I have absolutely no idea what to give you this year!”

“Aw honey, you know you don’t have to give me anything – ”

“Don’t tell me that Mother’s Lie!”

“ – And it really doesn’t matter anyway since Mother’s Day was last Sunday.”

“…What?”

“Mother’s Day already passed, so save this for my birthday instead.”

“No, no, Mother’s Day is this Sunday, it’s the third Sunday of the month!”

“That’s Father’s Day, dear.”

“Since when?!”

“Since whenever both holidays were established here, I think.”

“OK, well, why didn’t you say anything when I didn’t come over on Sunday and didn’t even call you!  All day!”

“Well, one doesn’t like to mention such things; I figured you’d just forgot, and in a way, you did.  But it was an honest mistake – nothing to fret about.”

“This is an even bigger disaster than I thought!  You spent all day at home, alone, staring out the window and thinking I’m the worst child a mother ever had, I could just burst from the shame!”

“Actually, your father and I had a wonderful time whitewater rafting that day, and I’m sorry to say I didn’t even think about you until the following morning.”

“See!  I’m such an awful child that you didn’t even remember you had one on that day of all days!”

“Honey, it’s really not that big a deal; I understand you got a little mixed up on the dates and we’ll just celebrate on another day.  Not this Sunday, though – I’ll be doing one of those cure walks with my book club and it’ll be extremely early in the morning, so that’ll wipe me out for the rest of the day.”

“Fine-fine, but back to the original subject: what do you want?!”

“<Sigh> Brunch would be lovely.”

“No cooperation at all!”  <CLICK>

“Certainly doesn’t get all that drama from my side of the family, I’ll tell you.” 

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“Happy Mother’s Day!  Two weeks later!”

“Hi, honey!  What’s all this out on the front lawn?”

“Well, since you refused to tell me what to get you, I had to make an executive decision and order a traveling circus.”

“You did what?”

“Oh yeah, this company does stuff like this all the time – you don’t still have the sprinkler system installed in the lawn, do you?”

“What?  No, that’s all gone, but – ”

“Great – OK FELLAS, NO SPRINKLER HEADS TO WORRY ABOUT SO JUST AVOID THE WATER AND GAS LINES, ALL RIGHT?”

“Honey, what is going on?!”

“Don’t worry, they just need to know where to set up the big top.”

“On the front lawn?!”

“You know, you’re right – backyard has so much more space.  OK FELLAS, MOVE IT ALL TO THE BACK INSTEAD!”

“Wait-wait-wait – this is all too much; I didn’t want you spending what is clearly a fortune on a performance troupe!”

“Oh, that’s not an issue: the ringmaster owes me a favor.  YOU CAN USE THE HOSE ATTACHED TO THE HOUSE TO FILL UP THE DIVING POOL, AND TELL THE TRAPEZE ARTISTS TO GO AS HIGH UP AS THEY WANT!  Just send me your next month’s water bill – they shouldn’t need your electricity, but let me know if they wind up tapping into it later.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about – oh, all these people, all over the place – wait, no, don’t tell me there’re going to be lions or elephants or horses coming through here too, are there?!”

“Hm?  Oh, no, this is a humans-only circus; don’t need that extra headache.”

“OK.  Do they need me to feed them, then?”

“On your special day?!  No-no-no – the catering trailer should be around any minute now.  You don’t mind if they park and set up on the grass, do you?  I don’t think there’s enough room on the street.”

“You really went through too much trouble, you know.”

“On the contrary: not nearly enough to make up for my horrific oversight and failure as an offspring!”

“Yes, well, I’d actually forgotten all about that until just now.  Let me go get your father and let him know the circus is in our backyard.”

“No need: I see he’s out there now, telling them where to set up the big top.”

“Of course he is.  Well, thank you for the entertaining show – and I’m sure the circus performances will be fun, too.”

“Certainly!  Nothing is too good for MY MOTHER on MOTHER’S DAY!”

“I do have one request.”

“Anything!”

“Next year, stick to brunch.”

Story 632: Now What?

             “Howdy.”

“What’s up?”

“What makes you think something’s up?”

“You only call me when something is.”

“Heh-heh, that I do.”

“Soooo…?”

“Oh, right: so you know that thing I’ve been working on for a while that finally was happening for real?”

“What thing?”

“The only thing of note that’s happened in my adult life.”

“Ohhhhhh, yeah, that thing.  OK, yes, what about it?”

“Well, it happened.”

“Yes, it did.”

“And like Frodo in Tolkien’s The Return of the King, I can exhaustedly say, ‘It’s done.’”

“Not as world-saving or dramatic, but sure.  So?”

“So – now what?”

“‘Now what’, what?”

“Now what, what now?”

“Huh?”

“What happens now this is all over, when I never thought it would even start to begin with?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty certain the planet will keep on spinning afterward.”

“Hardy-har-har – I’m talking about me!”

“You sure are.”

“What happens to me now, after what I worked on for years and years, my crowning achievement, my magnum opus, my coup de moi, my definitive feat that I suspect was the sole reason I ever was brought into existence, is done?!”

“Keep on going as you did before, I should think.”

“But how can I?!  How can one return to bread after having tasted ambrosia?!  How can one settle for mundanity after having experienced sublimity?!  How can – ”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there: none of that is sustainable for long; you had a great accomplishment and you either will have more like that or never repeat it; and your life will go on with that as a treasured memory that’ll last as long as your brain can hold onto it before it’s wiped away by dementia or death.  It’s what you’d hoped would happen and everyone’s happy for you, so what more do you want?”

“…Permanent satisfaction.”

“Well now you’re just being greedy.”