At the gym during my lunch hour today, the place scattered with middle-aged men an women grunting, working out their demons, relieving stress, shaping up their bodies for the summer. Two men stretched out on mats next to each other doing crunches.
One says to the other, “They laid off a bunch of people at my work last week.”
“Way. I’m feeling very vulnerable now.”
They work in silence for a moment and then:
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be okay. You are a hard worker.”
“Yeah, that and $2.25 will get you on the subway.”
They go back to grunting.