You know, being homeless isn't all that bad, except for the personal trainers.
See, I'm spending a lot of time at the gym. A lot. Like two or three hours a day.
The other day I was approached by the chief personal trainer, who introduced herself and asked whether I had thought about using a personal trainer.
I told I had, and in fact, had used one.
Then she wanted to know whether I would be interested in having my workouts be more efficient and effective.
I told her no, I wasn't.
"I'm only here because I'm homeless. The work outs are OK, but they're not as important to me as the showers. And the toilets."
For some reason she left before I could tell all about how I'm living in my car.