The Jacked-Up Kid
It was on a Friday afternoon when I walked into that little ice cream store which was located on that busy street corner, just a quarter-mile down the street from that large shopping mall. You know the mall… It had that grocery store, the hardware store, a few clothing stores, and… a gym. Guys would love to cross the street at that crosswalk and come over to the little strip mall on the other side of the road just to get a tasty snack at the ice cream place. You could get yogurt, ice cream or a smoothie there. Kids loved that place.
Anyway, I walked in there because I was thirsty, and I wasn’t in the mood for another soda or some other fountain drink. I wanted something cold, which sounded weird since it was rather windy and chilly outside. Everyone was wearing coats and sweaters outside, and so was I. But, a small bowl of ice cream goes so well with a big cup of hot chocolate, you know?
So, I ordered my hot cocoa and my Rocky Road and I took my seat at the table nearest the big, glass window overlooking the bus stop, where a few students were standing, obviously waiting for the next bus to come. The bus had just passed by, so they still had a long time to wait for the next one.
Well, then this car pulls up and parks before the entrance to the store. A lady comes out and buys something to-go. When she walks out, she stops and looks at her rear tire. The tire is completely flat. At first nobody is there to help her out… Until one boy with brown hair gets up from the bus stop and walks up to her. I look up and sigh. Finally, finally a kid with some class and good manners, who is willing to help a lady in need?
The kid gets a jack out of the back of her car and he sets it under the side of the vehicle. But, for some reason, the jack isn’t working properly. Then, the kid does something amazing. He gets another boy to loosen the nuts which hold the tire in place while the boy walks over to the rear of the car. Then, he places both hands on the bottom edge of the bumper. The kid squats down slightly, using his legs. He’s wearing gym shorts, so I can tell that his legs seem rather muscular. Other than that, he’s wearing a hoodie with long sleeves, so I have no idea of how athletic he is.
Is this kid going to do what I THINK he’s about to do? Lift the rear of the car?
Then, the kid stands up straight, coming out of the squatted position, lifting the rear of the car up high enough so that the rear tire, which is flat, comes off the ground! Holy crap! The other teen removes the nuts and takes the tire off and replaces it with the spare, and he finally puts the nuts back on and he tightens them back. When all is said and done, the teen sets the car back on the ground by squatting slightly until the rear tires touch down on the pavement. Incredible!
Once all is said and done, the lady thanks the boys and drives off. The boy, who lifted the rear of the car, casually turns around and walks into the ice cream shop, strolling past the table where I’m sitting.
I walk up to the front counter and I wait for the kid to order his cup of ice cream when I get up besides him.
“I’m paying for his ice cream, Sir!” I say to the man behind the counter.
“Gosh, Mister. Thanks!” the boy smiles, as he takes his cup of chocolate ice cream.
“You’re more than welcome to join me, if you got the time, big guy!” I say to him. “My name’s Jason, by the way!”
“Ohh… Hi! I’m Jack!” he replies shyly as he sits down on the opposite side from me.
Now that I see the boy sitting in front of me, I can tell that he’s much bigger than I thought he was. His shoulders seem wider and his arms seem thicker. Again, I can’t tell because he’s wearing a hoodie.
“You did something pretty cool out there, Jack! You just lifted a car?” I said to the teen.
“Oh… That? It’s nothing! Just part of my work out!” he just grinned as he took a spoonful of ice cream.
“You work out at the gym across the street?” I asked him.
“Yeah! Today was arm day so I was all pumped up anyway! Wanna see?” he grinned.
Oh wow. I couldn’t wait to see how big this kid really was.
“Sure, big guy! Show me what you got there!”
The kid stood up and he removed his hoodie, which barely covered his massive upper body. When the hoodie was gone, what was uncovered was nothing short of astounding. The boy was a muscle monster who could lift a tractor for all I knew. His arms were bigger than pythons of steel. His chest was bulging with muscle all over and his shoulders were incredibly wide. His tank top could barely cover let alone hide the cobblestone bumps made up of the washboard abs hidden below his mighty pecs. He was thick, big, and wide. Veins were covering his arms and legs all over. This young Hercules made me feel weak.
“Dang, Jack. You’re all… Jacked-up!” was all I could say to him. “You’re a beast!”
“Thanks, man… I’ve been lifting for two years now…. All natural! All I do is study and lift! That pretty much sums up my whole life right there!” he smiles as he sits back down again.
“You look great, dude! Look, I got a car. Can I give you a ride?” I chuckle. What a shame to have such a muscle kid ride the bus when we can have such a great conversation.
“I’m heading to the university. Sure, man. If you got the time!” he replies shyly.
“Hey man, I work from home. I do computer work all day. I’ll give you a ride, big guy. I’ll give you a ride every day! Come on, I’m parked out back! Tell me about your workout!” I say to him as we get up and toss the paper cups in the trash.
I got me a ride partner and a muscle buddy. Maybe I need to start working out in the gym as well?