I just got out of the Marines, and I'm looking to make a career out of physical therapy.
'Well, to be honest, I don't want to be stuck doing the towel thing any longer than I have to. Most employees at gyms could care less about doing anything for the clients,' Justin replied. 'You're mighty helpful Dave, I appreciate that. 'Justin, if there's anything you need, just call out and I'll get it for you,' Dave had said.
He thought back to their conversation just an hour before. It was Justin's first visit to a new gym, in a new city, a city where he knew exactly no one, outside of his college roommate. Justin recalled their brief conversation now. His name, as far as Justin could remember, was Dave something. Justin looked up through the haze of sweat his over exertion had brought on, to see the new Gold's Gym towel boy looking at him.
