I met Jimmy at the Gold’s Gym locker room. He was walking around in a daze, with his little soldier at full salute asking everyone about his towel.
“Have you seen my towel? I can’t remember where I’ve put it.”
Remembering the same behavior from my step-mother years ago I confronted him.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Jimmy!!!”
“Jimmy are you on the Atkins?”
“Uh huh.” he replied with a glint of drool running down the corner of his mouth.
“Jimmy, how many pieces of bacon have you had today?”
He grinned ear to ear and screamed “A BUNCH!!”
Luckily, I had some tabouli, hummus and pita bread with me. We sat in the locker room, had lunch, then Jimmy put his head in my lap and fell asleep like an angel from heaven.
We never did find his towel.