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A Simple Favor Rapidly Evolved into Egyptian Labor
Be careful what favors you say yes to.
I do most of my thinking on a Life Fitness 52si Stair Stepper. She’s glorious and statuesque, her maturity marked by a subtle squeak on her left step.
She lives at an Anytime Fitness near me. We aren’t monogamous. I share her with others, with no hangups or passive-aggressive jealousy. After all, it would be hypocritical for me to demand her as my only, while I lay hands on so many others.
As a fascistly-independent, work-from-home, full-time writer, I typically visit her during slow hours: the post-rush hour mornings or the early afternoons. It saves me from insufferable Tampa traffic and gives us some one-on-one time.
One special visit brought about a colossal favor and some free exercise on my part.
The road to Egyptian labor
I was squeaking along on my stair stepper. I was probably listening to some podcast, though I can’t recall which, so we’ll just round it up to your nearest Joe Rogan. I usually daydream through half these podcasts, while trying to avoid watching any of the five mounted TVs, parading the latest apocalyptic news cycle or sports games I don’t care about.
