Ya Done Good!
Anyway - so we hired some people to help us in the booth and one of my clients/friend (her name is Charlene.) offered to take a few shifts. I arrived at the fair salivating, with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head - more specifically - visions of fried dough pizza, french fries and humongous donuts...get the picture? Afterall, if I had to be there standing on my feet for endless hours, wasn't I entitled?
So Charlene shows up and she's carrying this cooler bag. I'm blabbing away about fair food and she says, "Oh, I brought my own food." WHAT!!!! WHY????????? What is WRONG with you? This is what she says, "After all those lunges! Do you think I'm going to eat fair food????" I felt like she socked me in the stomach. And then it came to me. WOW - I must be a GOOD trainer! My clients are actually getting IT! Then I woke up....
What she really said was "I brought my own food because you were going to here. You're my trainer! I can't eat fair food in front of you!"
Oh, well, whatever it takes!!! See you in a few days!


