Perhaps I need a new career.
The water-delivery guy from Zephyrhills* was in the downstairs hallway stacking bottles as I came in today. He was lifting the filled 5-gallon jugs like they were nothing — probably because his arms were nearly as big around as the bottles. (Okay, I'm exaggerating. They were only half as big around.) Compare and contrast this to weakling me, who has made only slight upper-body weight-lifting progress in three years, and who can still recall letting a 5-gallon water jug slip a few years back, dropping it, and realizing it had cracked open and was recreating the Zephyrhills Spring all over the carpeted floor as students were entering my classroom.
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