Victory is mine

Today was the Big Gym Showdown, and I'm left standing.

Cell phone guy got a call on the treadmill today. My heart raced as I wondered whether he would pick it up. Should I say something? Should I grumble and stare and tsk-tsk? If I don't do anything, will he get more brazen?

He picked it up.

"Can't talk now. I'll call you later."

Hooray for manners! I really hope he complained about me to his friends (I picture them at a Houlihan's in Naperville), who set him straight on proper gym behavior. Whether it was me or was them, I get my peace and dignity.