Saturdays at the gym means cartoons. Don’t know why, except that every Saturday I’ve ever worked out, we’ve had cartoons facing the treadmill/elliptical section. The bikes get HGTV, but whatever. So, today the ellipticals are filled (me among them), and a man walks in. He looks at the TV, asks the elliptical workers if we mind a channel change, and then proceeds to change it. He passes over several cartoons, football, assorted commercials, and lands himself on Telemundo. Weird choice, I think, being as how I doubt he’s a native Spanish speaker. He starts to work out. And an infomercial comes on. About prostate problems. Complete with diagrams. Lots of diagrams. And testimonials. From women, too, so I assume the problems were not just ones about tinkling. There was a lot of smiling and nudging going on among the various couples who have had their lives changed by prostaliveusa.com. There were also a few shots of a man standing over a toilet shaking his head in obvious pain. I’m guessing he’s the “no pee-peeing” part of the ad. I don’t know if he ever found relief and I’m just torn up about it.
At first, I laughed and waited for the man to change the channel again. Then I looked around to see if anyone else would change the channel but everyone was studiously avoiding eye contact. So after seeing one too many detailed diagrams, I got off my machine (yes, I draped my towel over it first) and changed the channel myself. To the Underarmor All-American High School football game. Anything’s better than prostate problems at 9:00 AM.