My friend, the Gorilla

Yesterday was a fairly normal day. I woke up at an hour that is too early for even the sun to be awake, ran out the door in an outfit that I'm convinced doesn't match since I put it on in the dark, and spent the day at my desk typing away and answering questions for the masses. Ate a delicious lunch, played with my pup, and headed to the gym. Even the gym was a normal experience. Stinky old men huffing away on the treadmills, arrogant teens lifting weights in their bottle-opening Reefs because they're "too cool" to wear appropriate work-out footwear, and me...sweating profusely while watching Wheel of Fortune (I kick ass at WOF). Everything was going according to plan until I noticed a strange, dark figure approaching the elliptical to my right. Needless to say, I did not expect what I saw. A gorilla. Well, not a real gorilla per say, but a person in a gorilla costume, working out. I was fortunate that I hadn't just taken a drink of water otherwise the laughter that I left out certainly would have been followed by a splash. Noticing my reaction, the gorilla starts a conversation that went something like:

Gorilla: "Hey."
Me: "Hi there."
Gorilla: "This is a pretty mean workout."
Me: "Looks like it."
Gorilla: "Did you go to Ironman this weekend?"
Me: "Yes."
Gorilla: "Did you see me?"
Me: "No."
Gorilla: "I was 72nd."
Me: "That's really good."
Gorilla: "I know. Well, see you later."

The way he said "Well, see you later" made me think of how Jim Carrey says it in Dumb and Dumber. "Big gulp, huh? Well, see you later!" Quite funny. I thought the girl on the treadmill next to me was going to fall off. Really, she couldn't control herself. I almost had to slap some sense into her.

I'm half expecting to see myself on Candid Camera at some point, or maybe even Punk'd. If Ashton Kutcher was in that gorilla suit, I'm going to be pissed.