he's ready
One of the guys I work at my day job with, Andy, is of considerable physical build. He is an ex-marine and a boxer. He goes for months only eating soup and water and that sort of thing.I was walking with him earlier, and he was punching deliberately at the air as we went along.
"I'm ready," he said, jabbing the air.
We kept walking.
Jab, jab, cross, uppercut, he punched, making little "choo!" sounds with each one. His head was down, his eyes peering out from under his brow.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Yeah."
Jab, jab.
"You ready?" he asked me.
"Don't I look ready?" I said into my bottle of orange juice, taking a sip.
He looked me over.
"No."
He went back to punching the air around.
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