It’s not us that’s the problem. It’s him.
This morning Barbie and I were accused by Nate of:
a) not listening to instructions; and
b) needlessly complicating the instructions.
Not listening?!
Needlessly complicating?!
Duly chastised, and completely insulted, we followed Nate to the rowing machines, stood with Vuitton Lou and gave him our full and undivided attention. We’d show him not listening.
He punched at the buttons, loosened the straps, then stood.
“Your goal is 240,” he pointed at one of us, “your goal is 250,” he pointed at the next, “and your goal is 260. There will be a winner and there will be two losers. The number of metres equal to the difference between the total distance in metres of the rower with the most number of metres in excess of the target and the total distance of the person with the least number of metres in excess of the target, or in fact metres below their target, will be equal to the total number of burpees to be completed by the two rowers with less metres over their target than the rower with the most, who will be the winner. Each.”
I rest my case.
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