A Good Auntie
In an earlier story, I mentioned our club's towel girl's aunt. I met her one night at our club when she was taking a smoke break outside. It was freezing cold, so I invited her to sit in my car and smoke with me. We made some small talk, and I told her how cute she looked in the club's scrubs (that's what we call them). She said thanks, and wasn't I the girl who waited for so-and-so to finish spinning class. I told her he was my boyfriend, and she said he was a nice-looking guy. I told her that...