mitch all together...

I went to the gym the other morning for 2 reasons. The first reason is because I was about to start housesitting for Judy in Sausalito and I hate the Marin 24 Hour. I prefer my ghetto establishment in Potrero Hill. The second is to test my new theory that I can do cardio longer if I forgo my usual Work Out Mix CD and listen to either books on CD or comedy shows. Thus, Mitch Hedberg and I hopped on the treadmill and off we went.
I've heard every joke on Mitch Hedberg's CD a million times, but he still cracks me up constantly. So, there I am, in this packed gym, with what appeared to be two huge Marines flanking me on the treadmills on either side, and I start to laugh at this hilarious CD. The Marine's were sprinting away, as if running for their lives, wearing t-shirts with obnoxious work out phrases on them, such as "Live for the Pain." Like an idiot, I'm working out with a million gym rats all staring at nothing and listening to hip hop, and I'm in hysterics, occasionally actually clapping, to the comedic stylings of an obscure stand up.
At one point, I notice the Marine to my right roll his eyes. Whatever, soldier. I was having fun. When I finally finished, and took off my earphones, the rolling eyes Marine looks over and says, "What were you listening to?"
"Oh, a comedian named Mitch Hedberg."
"Are you shitting me! That guy is hilrious! I love that guy! No wonder you were laughing. I can't believe he has a CD."
Like the true patriot I am, I opened my CD player, handed him my illegally burned disk, and said, "God Bless America."


"You can't be like pancakes. All exciting at first, but by the end, you're sick of 'em." -MH