With all my talk of secrets, I thought it only fair to come clean to you dear hannihaus readers. No, I’m not ready to reveal The Secret (it really is coming), but I am going to announce a new segment of this site called The Truth. The Truth will be my confessional, a place to share, for all you voyeurs out there, my best kept secrets. It’s kind of a post secret type thing, but without the post cards and of course, there’s no anonymity. At the end of each post, I will ask you, gentle readers, to tell your Truth, should you feel the need for catharsis. Of course, you can post anonymously.
So let me show you how it’s done.
I acted all nice when you sweetly inquired if my treadmill was broken, but the truth is, inside I was mad, mad, mad. I’m fairly sure, before I entered the gym, that you tried “my treadmill”, found it wasn’t working, and picked the other one for your morning speed walk. Then, when I came in, looking like a dolt in my booty shorts and pink sweatbands, you let me fiddle helplessly with the broken treadmill for a few minutes before addressing me, pretending not to know that it wouldn’t start up. I’m fairly certain you did this, because I did the very same thing to some other girl last week.