Kooky Kathy's up to her old tricks

At least 3-4 times a week I go to the gym after work; and once there, I somehow manage to encounter the strangest collection of off-the-wall-characters that this fine city has to offer.

Amidst the odd ball assembly, I would have to say the most consistently peculiar is a lady we’ll call “Kooky Kathy.” Morbidly obese and mustachioed, Kathy has become a daily fixture in the small stretch/T.V. room within the ladies’ locker room; and, despite my best efforts to ignore her, Kathy has persisted in talking to me every single time I am there.

We have an interesting dynamic, Kathy and I, and as she jovially delves into stories ranging from her “mentally-retarded” friend’s dream to attend a WWE Smackdown match to her own extensive list of medical woes; I politely oblige her with the occasional “uh-huh” and “oh, that’s too bad-I’ve heard boils are painful.”

Lately, she has made it her mission to alert me to the countdown until her knee surgery-as if I could have forgotten our last 30 conversations about that very topic. On Monday she worried the surgery might not occur, because her doctor had said she had a urinary tract infection…and at that point, what can you say really?

As fate would have it, Kathy probably went into surgery today at 5:30 AM, and I wish her only the very best; because frankly, she puts the “fun” in my dysfunctional trips to the gym.