I went to join the gym down the street yesterday and, naturally, they made me go through all the physical fitness evaluation stuff... yeah, like I don't know that my lifestyle contributes to less than stellar fitness. Anyway. The guy said that, according to his funky program calculations which are most certainly devised to exacerbate the negatives of one's condition in order to sell a membership, my "physical age equates to that of a 58 year old" - to which I rapidly retorted, "yes, but what your machine doesn't tell you is that, there is no way that a 37-year-old has the physical attributes of someone 20 years older without having the mental age of someone 20 years younger... therefore, I have had enough fun to earn that condition and I'm proud of it."
Salesman laughed, "good one."
