A few years ago my buddy Shon and I were working out at the gym when I saw something that baffled me: a middle-aged guy in the gym walking around in his T-shirt, sneakers and his underwear. Yes, his underwear, and no, we were not in the locker room.
At first I thought, Surely not. There’s no way. He looked like a normal guy, but after two or three quick glances, I discovered, yes indeed, the man was swaggering around in tight, gray boxer briefs. (Forgive me for the mental picture, but it’s probably accurate.)
Right around that moment, Shon came over and spoke in a low voice.
“Did you see –”
“Is he really –”
“Are you sure?”
“No doubt in my mind. I own a pair just like them.”
We looked at each other in disbelief for a moment, and then we did the only thing we could: We went about our workout and tried to pretend there wasn’t a guy walking around in his underpants.
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