Today at lunch, I was a good boy and went to the gym.  Not only was I a good boy, I worked it hard.  Sweating, grunting, sweating some more.  Success.  Such a good boy.

Well, I showered off, threw on my clothes, and got ready to go back to work.  Glancing in the mirror, I was somewhat shocked.  I looked like Hell.  Sure I was tired after working it, but there was no excuse for looking this bad.  Something had to be done.

I hobbled back to my locker, grabbed a squeeze bottle of hair gel, and headed back toward the mirror.  Perhaps the hair gel could at least get me back to average.  The office deserved at least that much from me.

Realizing how worn out I was, I focused on the mirror, and absentmindedly squeezed the bottle.  With that blunder, a quick burst of gel exited the tube and splattered across the locker room’s tile floor.  Yuck!  Warning, nasty dude in the locker room (me).

Returning to my locker to find something, anything, to clean up my mess, I grabbed the closest item, my sweaty gym shorts.  Double nasty, but they would do.  Heading back toward the spill, I hoped and prayed that no one would slip on my mess and crack their skull as a result of my blunder.

Yes, I had endangered the lives of others, while just trying to make myself look average.  Sometimes my friends, maintaining the temple at only minimal levels can be a significant undertaking and hair gel can be a dangerous thing.