I can usually bribe my kids to walk across town with me with the promise of a visit to the donut shop. I get my exercise; they get a treat (and exercise, but don't tell them!). Whenever we go in, the tables usually have one or two older men, sitting around and shooting the breeze. They all grin their toothless grins and raise their coffee cups in greeting as we come in. One of them always asks how my little guy is - even though she is usually wearing pink. Yeah. It's small-town charm at its finest.
This morning, I went to work out. The usual crowd was in there, chatting as we made the circuit. It makes the time go quickly, even though I don't usually participate in the conversation. Today, though, the conversation was intriguing. The ladies finished ahead of me, but stuck around to keep talking. Even after I finished, they were still going...and I have to admit, I lingered longer than I should have.
The realization struck me - this is the women's equivalent of the men's donut shop . Or maybe the gym is replacing the beauty shop. The thought made me laugh. What social creatures we are. God made us that way, so it's completely understandable.
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