Locker Talk or ... The Ironies of Life

As a rule, throughout the week, a friend and I exercise at the same facility at the same time. Although a bit of a grind to get to some days, at the end of the session, well worth the effort. Speaking for myself, I don't think I've lost an ounce but my bathroom at home stays pristine as I shower there.

This morning I noticed that my friend was wearing a medical alert bracelet. Delicately I enquired as to what sort of terminal or moribund behaviour I should expect. This led me to confess that I too, should probably wear a bracelet or get a tattoo or something because of my asthma and I use to once, but I broke the bracelet and they are expensive to replace so I never bothered.

BUT, I would like to point out both my cats have been microchip and should they ever go astray should they be scanned by the proper instrument, they would be returned. "Go Astray"?? Not too likely as neither cat gets out and one of them is frightened of grass (the lawn stuff). Further more she associates the door, open or not, with the dreaded doorbell, the dreaded doorbell can only mean strange/different people and on and on. In any case, I thought it was odd that my cats have an "alert" system and I don't. No, I'm not thinking of having myself "chipped" although in my old age I am growing increasingly forgetful, but I suppose I should really get the medical alert thingy done again.