yesterday i was on a treadmill in the gym when i noticed someone in a van, ducking and waving at me. it was this guy who used to be the custodian at a job i had 4 years ago. he was replaced by El, who i liked much better and actually talked to. the old custodian recognizes me no matter what, even though i look pretty different than i did back then. and i am someone who hates the strain of continuing a non-relationship past its logical expiration. sigh. i also hate the idea of spectators when i work out.