In Universal City, helmets are the new black.
There’s this guy at L.A. Fitness. He’s there every night, standing around, arms crossed. Sometimes he’s sitting on a stationary bike, shades on, watching CNN.
He proudly wears the blue L.A. Fitness shirt, with black sweats pulled clear up to his nips. I wonder what he does. You know, what his job is. Trainer? Technician? Mascot?
Whatever it is, it must be dangerous. Last night, he was wearing a helmet. A bike helmet. Inside the gym. With his shades on.
I found Helmet Man amusing. I snickered on the way to the locker room. But, then I felt uneasy. Unsure. I felt jealous. As if I didn’t get the memo. He must know something that I do not.
Now, I want to wear a helmet, too. Another L.A. trend is born.