He started work at five o’clock, when the after-work rush was really picking up, and busted his ass till after closing. Most of what he did was re-rack weights, throw towels in the hamper, wipe down the benches – shit people should do themselves, but didn’t. Cal was long and lean, thin as a whip, and this job helped him stay that way. He got his cardio without ever touching one of the Stairmasters that the office workers had to climb to make up for a day of sitting still. There was always some old guy hanging out in the men’s locker room with his gray-haired junk on display, ready to chat him up when he made his rounds through there. He nodded and smiled and kept moving, lots of little laughs and “yeah, man, yeah,” as he refilled the paper towels. He had to keep from getting tangled up in a long story that would get him behind on his work. What was that all about anyway, why was it that young guys kept their heads down and their towels on and did their business and got out, but the old guys lingered?
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