I went down to the gym the other day for first time in a long time. 30minutes gone and all's well. I'm cycling away quite happily watching Bayern Munich vs Hamburg on one of the plasmas, when I realise there's this guy who keeps turning round and looking at me. Let me paint the picture, the tvs are along one wall, then behind that there's a row of some machines that only weirdos and fat women use, then a row of treadmills, then a row of exercise bikes, that's all you need to know.
So I'm cycling away watching the football and this guy, who i'd put in his late 40's, is directly in my line of vision. Like I said he keeps turning round and looking at me. I just thought "he must think I'm looking at him, but I'm watching the tv, fuck it." Didn't think any thing else of it, finished my alotted time on the bike then moved on to the rowing machine.
Like I said it had been a while so i'm breathing out my arse by now, concentrating on my rowing, when I notice a fast approaching figure. It's him, starey man.
He marched straight up to me and with a wee nod of the head said "good luck for tomorrow"
Me "eh?"
Starey "all the best for tomorrow"
I kept on rowing and delivered my best "what you talking about you crazy fool" look, realising by now that he thinks I'm someone else.
Starey "it is you, isn't it?"
Now I'm thinking of course I'm me, always have been, but who did he think I was? Not someone he knows but someone he's seen before, someone he thinks he knows, someone famous maybe?
Starey "what's your name?"
Me, still rowing and trying to figure it out (not easy) "eh, Garfield"
Starey "oh I'm so sorry"
Me "don't worry about it, happens all the time"
Starey "I'm sorry" then a sharp exit, probably off home to tell the wife"aw no I've done it again"
I had a wee chuckle, then when i'd finished my rowing and went to get showered and changed.
I thought "if I see him, I'm going to have to ask, who did you think I was" because by now curiosity was starting to get the better of me, after all I've seen quite a few famous sports people down at my gym. But no luck, gone without a trace.
When I relayed the story to the burd she said "maybe he thought you were going you were going in for a pie eating competion and you know, was just wishing you luck!"
Just for fun, first peron to correctly identify the mystery footballer will get a link, if it's a girl I'll make sure its a pink one!
