So a busy office drone is feeling physically low, flaccid, out of sorts.
Goes to a therapist who says he has to get some exercise. But how?
His weekends are taken up with ex-wife and shared kids, work is all consuming. How about running to work?
Embarrassing. Silly. So how about running with a purpose?
What the doc recommends is getting a hoop. A hoop?
Yes, the child’s toy, you run along beside it , touching it with a stick to keep it going.
You try to keep it from rolling away, or falling over.
So it’s weird but he tries it. Not easy. Never had one as a kid. Feels silly, but it makes him feel good.
Every morning when he gets to work he leaves the hoop in a garage near his office.
The routine produces great results! Roll the hoop there, roll it back, never misses a day.
Then one evening after work he goes to the garage to pick up his hoop, and…it’s gone.
He throws a fit. WHERE IS IT?
WHAT WAS DONE WITH IT?
And the garage guy, a new guy, admits that he didn’t know what it was and he tossed it. YOU THREW IT AWAY?
THAT WAS MY HOOP! Okay, okay — we’ll get you another hoop. “Well that’s FINE! but how am I going to get home now?
