Follow Up: How to Meet New People

Well, the stitches are out and life is good...minus the incredible irony of my visit to the "Fast Track" to get them out today which took upwards of two and a half hours.

Here's the rest of the story from last week's escapades. I cut it in half for you guys who consider yourselves short-attention-spaners... so here ya go:
During my lunch, I walked to the YMCA. I had forgotten my bathing suit in the chaos of getting to the ER, so I went back to get it, and to tell the people at the Y I was still alive. It was as if I was in a parade. I walked in and the staff gave me hugs and told the customers they were helping to wait just a moment so that they could hear what the doctor had said. I told them I couldn't train, and the great guy who had taken me to the ER immediately began to devise a training plan for the following week that I could do without getting sweat near my stitches. I was then taken into the executive suite and introduced to the Executive President of the Y...

I was told I have been "adopted into the family" at the Y. They certainly have taken care of me! They all know my name.

Obviously, the moral to the story is as follows:
Cause a big scene, get embarrassed by your injury, and introduce yourself to people as they call 911, get your stuff together, and check your pulse and you'll have lots of new friends. That's one way to meet new people.