Saturday, July 25, 2009

The journey and reminiscences of an exercise bike

We met on a darkened corner; he had been abandoned after many years of dedicated service


He took me to the surgery of the doctor who had recommended his purchase


He asked me what I would have felt about being placed in front of a screaming television with a fat man pumping away on top of me


He asked to come home with me but I said I did not have room for anyone else in my home (especially not for a depressed exercise bike)

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