Michael and I have been amused by a couple that has been coming to the rec center for the past couple weeks. And I use the term couple, however, for reasons that will soon become apparent, I don’t believe that they are actually a couple.

They arrive at about seven carrying their gym bags, walk to the machines, and stand there and talk. Well, let me clarify. The woman rants and complains, and the guy stands there and listens. Once they stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stood there for at least twenty minutes. One day last week they were standing there when we left the track, then we went to do the weight machines, and then we showered and dressed, and when we got out to the car, we looked up and they were still standing there talking.

Mind you, the machines they are standing near are right beside the track. If they took two steps, they could walk on the track while they were talking, and actually get some exercise. Which is why we find the whole thing amusing. They go to the gym, and then don’t actually exercise.

I bet they leave every day feeling all proud of themselves thinking, “I spent two whole hours at the track today!”

Now, why do I think that they aren’t actually a couple? (Everyone who’s married can chime in here.) Because he’s actually standing there listening to her gripe.