Note to Self: Don't be a doper in the real world...

So I got in the gym after work today. It’s unsual for me cuz I work out in the mornings but I had an early morning meeting… Anyway, I’m getting a head start on my spin class.

Amy, the new spin instructor, comes in and begins the class which is about half full. Ten people or so.

Amy is cute as a button, clearly fit and seems like a nice sort. Half my age. I usually just mind my own business, sit on my bike and suffer as best I can for an hour or so. Not this time. Today, with the good news from work, I’m feeling a bit gregarious and light hearted.

Amy launches into a spin class equivalent of a pre-flight safety drill meant for people who might have never done this before:

“We’re going to be adjusting tension through the class. The resistance is subjective so just adjust it so the lightest tension is your level 1 and the highest tension you can handle is your level 10. Does anybody have any questions?”

And before my brain filter has a chance to kick in (maybe cuz it was starved for oxygen because I’d already been on the bike for 30 minutes on my own), I say…
(Everybody on three now… 1 … 2 … 3 …)

“Yeah. But my bike goes to 11!” :smiley:
Silence. Blank look. Crickets.
“…It’s from a movie,” I say, “This is Spinal Tap”. Nothing. The bastards all let me hang. Nobody knew what the hell I was talking about.

I shut my mouth and suffered in silence like I normally would.


Stupid brain talking out loud again.


If I’d been anywhere near, I’d have laughed out loud, making Amy feel very silly.

Wait until the first time you yell “Cite?” at somebody. Talk about blank looks.

Dude, you are totally going to score with her. Just bring up Opal, Rio, or the 1920s-style Death Rays, and you’re in, baby–IN! Gotcha ya!

Yeah, I feel your pain. I’ve been given strange looks, after being asked, “Hey, have you ever tried/done/been to ________?” And I reply, “Once. In 1960. For 20 minutes.”

And Og forbid somebody uses the phrase “panic ensues!” in front of me. I dissolve into uncontrollable giggles.

Do you really think so?! :cool:

bring pie.

I am so glad to know I’m not the only one who does this…

Made with Olestra. So that…

Oh, come on. You know why.

Maybe they knew what you were talking about and just didn’t think it was funny.

Nah, that can’t be it - “X goes to 11” is always funny.

I know about the 18"IBDHJD, but what is this “Rio” reference?

(And is the good news from work that you got the promotion in spite of your not being a touchie-feely team player, QuickSilver? So, all those acting lessons are finally paying off! :smiley: )

Damn, does that sound familiar…

I’ve said “Thank Og” out loud a few times, and gotten some mighty strange looks. :smiley:

That would be “Rio” by Duran Duran.

I have more than my fair share of inside jokes that I say out loud, only to have everyone give me that look… the one that usually comes with a new jacket. :rolleyes:

And even tho I’ve only been with the boards for just over 6 weeks, I did indeed catch myself demanding “cite?” from a friend over dinner.

So thank, Dopers… I feel smarter, but I don’t look it. :smack:

I’ve called ‘cite’ at work and insisted the guy show me proof. He couldn’t. I won, whoot!

Nobody understands Og though, which is sad because he’s a useful deity.

I’m sorry - what were you saying? :confused:
Can we have a picture? :smiley:

Lookie . :slight_smile:

Ummmm… I’ll take “prehensile sphincter” for $100, Alex. :confused:

apropo of nothing, the guitar riff is my ringtone. [/tangent]