To the woman who spent twenty minutes on the abductor machine at my gym Sunday:

I appreciate that you were enjoying the latest issue of Harper’s Bazaar, even though I stopped reading it myself when they brought in the new Editor-in-Chief, Katherine Betts, I think? (hey! I was right!), and never got back to it even when they replaced Betts with Glenda Bailey (even though I loved Marie Claire under Bailey’s stewardship. Go figure, I’m fickle).

What I don‘t appreciate is that you were sitting on the machine, not working out, which meant no-one else could get on the machine and actually use it for more than just sitting.

I hope your thighs turn into mush. I hate you.

Sincerely,

Megan

*Not the Foxy song; that’s “Gett Off,” anyway.

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