There is this gal at the gym, she’s a Sagittarius with a Virgo Moon, which means she likes to talk! This is what she does. She talks to everyone, everywhere, all the time. She works out as well. Are you kidding? This is one healthy Virgo!

She gets on the crosstrainer for an hour and half, which is pretty much unheard of. If you happen to be on the machine next to her, she will talk to you non-stop or at least until someone passes by, in which case she will stop talking to you while she talks to them. Once they leave, she’ll talk to you again. Off the crosstrainer, she roams the weight machines talking to everyone she knows, which is every single person in the place.

She is an African woman in her late forties who looks thirty, but she will talk to you if you’re black, white, red, orange, or green. She will talk to you if you are 72 or 17, obese or anorexic - it makes no difference. If I make her sound annoying, she’s not. She just isn’t. She’s not boring for some reason. 

I notice she changes her talking (she’s mutable) depending on who she’s talking to. I mean she’s always about God, but she will definitely talk more “slang” with me than she will with a white gentleman. That’s what she’ll call him, too. “Now that white gentleman over there says this or this...”

Okay, so she does gossip. She will tell you who is crazy, for example. “That one right there,” she’ll say, indicating some young Mexican guy. “That one is crazy. Do you know him? That guy is loco. He’s crazy as a jaybird! I don't even try to talk to him anymore." Or she’ll point to some young African woman, “She don’t like to talk. If you ask me... just between me and you, I think she's just a little snooty.”

“Yeah?”

“But that's okay! To each his own! To each his own, don't you think?"

No matter what she says, I always laugh. Until today.

She approached me on the crosstrainer. “How are you?” she asked. She doesn’t know my name. She knows me, but not my name. I don’t think she knows anyone’s name.