We just finished a hot Friday of the state track meet. The team now in their rooms under the watchful eyes of my assistants, I made the yearly pilgrimage down to the hotel’s lounge where all of us ‘old dogs’ told and listened to old track stories.
Toward the end, I was asked if we were staying at this particular hotel.
“Yeah, we are staying here. I am sleeping with our bus driver.” you could have heard a pin drop,
” I have been known to sleep with my barber.” I had everyone’s attention now.
” Guys, it’s OK,” turning to leave. “My wife is sleeping with the gardener.”
Of course, my wife is the bus driver , the barber, and I am the gardener…