For some reason, as I walked from my car to the gym, someone addressed me sir as if I was a superior commanding officer. First though was it might have had something to do with him seeing my Insight, but then I realized that the Personal Trainer Manager wears black and almost fit enough to pass as one. No, it's that Johnny Cash Man in Black thing.
That beats The Ring of Fire (I'm a Dallas Maverick's fan still getting over the Miami Heat winning the championship. )
