This guy came up to me at my doctor's as I was
being anally raped paying my bill.
"Three?" he asked.
I didn't acknowledge him.
"Three?" he asked again. I realized he was talking to me.
"Say again?" I said. He smelled like piss.
"Three hundred. I bet you can bench way over 300, 'cause I can do 250, and ... ," he pointed to himself, pointed to me, then held his hands out very wide.
"I don't know," I told him. "I only do dips. Always have."
He looked like a tweeker, so reading his expressions was tricky. Still, I think his eyes bugged out even more than usual and he sounded incredulous enough when he said, "No way! You're putting me on, cuz!"
I smiled, gathered my paperwork and started toward the door before I said, "We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

I tell other people I just do push-ups and other bullshit, like, "Gee, I don't know. I stopped caring about the weight once I got over 5 bills." Ask a stupid question ...