Long, long ago, when I was but a skinny, weedy, totally-bookish B/B+ Science-Stream teen, one of my 'elder cousin-in-laws' used to park his weights set at our house. He'd park outside, load them into his little car, go to nearby gym, pump iron and flaunt both his abs and testosterone...
He used to tease my obvious unfitness relentlessly, nag my parents about getting me 'gymmed up'...
Normally, I was not allowed to help him move his set --'My Precious !!'-- but, one-day, 'running late', he did not decline my polite offer.
So, I casually pick up his two biggest 'rings' by their edges, one in each hand, and walk them out to his car.
"Here y'go..."
After he retrieved his jaw from the side-walk, he never, ever, ever said another word about my 'fitness' or otherwise.
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Happens I did just enough shopping-bag toting, kayaking and helping with modular scaffolding to have much stronger hands and rather more upper-body strength than apparent. Also, I could hold those 'rings' for little further than where he'd parked, but he was too astonished to realise. And perhaps, if/when he did figure it, he realised that any comment could only back-fire...
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