Smarmy, Smarmy, Smarmy....

I pass by Christine and her "Ultimate Fitness Experience For Women" every time I go out.

And I have come to hate her smarmy, condescending smile looking down at me.



Of course, I'm sure I'm the type she's trying to keep out, as I press my grimy face up against the window, squinting. Scratching. Worse.

Until they shoo me away like a grubby bum. Every damn day.

Good call, Christine......