Yesterday, G and I went to the gym together. After the gym we decided to go to Subway to pick up dinner (I know you’re shocked I didn’t come home and make a gourmet meal…get over it).
Anyway, while the “sandwich artist” made G’s sandwich, he said “I like your outfit, are you an MLS player?” (MLS = Major League Soccer). Obviously, he was not talking to me. He was talking to this idiot:
That was what G was wearing (his favorite gym “outfit”, btw). I don’t have gym outfits…just in case you’re wondering.
This is not the first time G’s been asked about his profession. Someone asked if he was a rapper (LL Cool J style) when we were at a farmer’s market in L.A. and somebody else thought he was a college athlete (<—-that happened just a few months ago).
SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE?
And G loves every minute of it.
What idiot would think I could play pro soccer…with my old face! Lol