At the gym.  Standing next to what can best be described as a human bull.  He's a 400 lb African American man covered in tats.  That's 400 lbs of pure muscle, mind you.  He's approximately 7 foot tall  with gang references inked onto his arms.  I don't know for sure if they were gang related, but I suspect so.  He was wearing a blue bandana, so I'm thinking Crips.   Either way.... he was curling 50 lb hand weights. That's 5-0.  Two quarters, if you will.   I was curling 8 lb hand weights. That's 8...as in a newborn baby.  

  I think I am so funny and I lean over toward him and say, "hey, can I borrow those when you're done?" (me, with my squirrely, weasly arms)  He is all annoyed and yanks out his ear buds and he's like, "what?".   I said, "I am just wondering if I can use those weights".   He responds, "Yeah. When I'm done" and puts his ear buds back in.   I said, "I was kidding" and he just sort of huffs back at me....all irritated that I disrupted his big work out.  The moral of the story is, ex-cons don't think I'm funny.