My doctor was pulling out of his driveway as I was heading into the home stretch of my bike ride this morning and he said to me ...
"Hey boz, you're looking pretty buff."
Ok, he didn't call me boz, he called me Ken, because Ken is my name, but for the sake of continuity and as not to confuse the easily confusable among you, we will just say that he called me boz.
But I digress.
I didn't know if he was joking or what, but it was his idea for me to do the whole weight loss and exercise thing, so if he was joking, screw him, but if he was serious, it was an excellent motivational tool because instead of going home I rode the bike for another 15 minutes.