At this time of year, there are many new faces in the gym during my regular training hours.
Some people are getting a head start on their New Year’s resolutions.
And some other people are there because they are on vacation from work or simply home for the holidays.
Today, as I am changing out in the locker room to leave, two college boys are arriving.
It’s just the three of us in there and the boys aren’t particularly muscular or good looking, so I’m paying them absolutely no attention.
While trying to get my snow boots on without having to untie and retie the laces, I hear one of them mention something “hysterial, yo, that (his) uncle said at Christmas dinner.”
He elaborates, “What with all this having to be politically correct and everything, my uncle’s new code for gay is ‘Tinkerbell’, you know, because gay guys stand like that fairy with their limp wrists.”
I am laughing internally while keeping a straight face because I do think it’s hysterical.
Not because homophobia is funny, but because these guys think that Tinkerbell is actually the gayest character in Peter Pan.
One of the trainers walks in,
“Looking good big guy,” he says to me.
“Must be all that Tinkerbell fairy dust I use while trying to lift with my limp wrist,” I reply as I walk out to my car.
I’ll explain what I meant to the trainer tomorrow.
But for now, I just wanted to see the look on their faces when two clueless lost boys realized they had accidentally wandered into my Neverland.