I hit the gym on Saturday morning. Next to me was a typical C-Ville resident. Two kids. Two SUV’s. One husband. And of course, one cell phone in hand. She was constantly chatting on the cell phone while working out on the elliptical (who came up with such a stupid name for a machine - a mathematician?).

The machine tells her that her time has ended. The endless phone chatting continues. She walks away and vanishes to another part of the gym to continue chatting about babies, nursery schools, and all that other typical breeder stuff.

Now, for those of you that don’t belong to gym, when you are done with a machine you are supposed to clean it off with the many bottles of cleanser that lay around. They did an entire Seinfeld episode about that.

Needless to say, she didn’t bother to clean her machine. New rule: no cleaning, no breeding.