Can you define work-out?

Tonight I was supposed to go to the gym and work-out after rehearsal. I packed spandex in my purse and everything. Instead I walked to 7-11 and drank half a slurpee as my "work-out". While I was debating which flavor of slurpee to get I realized a few things:

1. Drinking a slurpee from 7-11 is kinda like making out with someone you meet on 18th street: you only want to do it when no-one else is looking, it's kinda messy, and there is definitely some nasty back-wash up in there. (How often do you think they clean those machines out? There was a reason why I only drank half of it.) But somehow it still feels good.

2. There are three kinds of people who frequent the 7-11 after 10pm: cops, people looking for snacks, and generally scary people. With all the cops you'd think the scary people would be scared away, but I guess they cannot be detered. I have seen more dudes over the age of 50 with no shirts on hanging out by the 7-11 trash can.

3. Don't eat the meat. If drinking a slurpee is the equivilant of making out with a sketchball, then do I need to explain what eating the hot-dog is like? The dude in front of me in line asked for two hot-dogs, no buns. I don't know what kind of game he was trying to run, but you don't really customize your orders at 7-11. This isn't a freaking Cosi. You take the meat in the buns, no questions asked, no exceptions.

I guess that's it really. I thought I had realized more things.