"Just keep working," said Linda reassuringly. "I deal with people who receive these threats all the time, and the best way to deal with them is to come in regularly, take assignments. If you get anything in writing, call me immediately. This may just be an intimidation tactic. Listen, tell me, is Handson one of those runner types? Or just a thin guy?"
"Well, he's not as fat as I am...."
"Ah. Well, we fat people have to stick together against the tyranny of the thin. Might not be a bad idea though, to bring a gym bag to work regularly and talk about playing ball."
"Baseball? Not really my thing,"
"No, big guy, football. What other sport do big fat guys go in for?"
"Linda, I haven't played since college. And I've put on a lot of weight since then - I doubt I could play."
"Greg, Greg, you need to keep up! Lots of fatguys play recreational and semi-pro. Heck, there are 400 pounders in the NFL! Are you over 400 pounds?"
"No. Well, not yet."
"Well then, go find a recreational team. Does your company have a gym?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well, drop in there and lift weights a couple of times a week. Bring your gym bag and go at lunch time, or even right before work. Make it obvious that you have a sport, and the guy should back off."
"All right!" said Greg, feeling better.
He finished the rest of the day, then headed home at the usual time. After a quiet supper, Greg retreated into the basement and began looking through his sports stuff. With a quiet sigh, he realised that, apart from his cross-trainers and socks, none of the old athletic gear he had from college would fit anymore - he had outgrown it all, even with stretch fabrics. The tank tops came closest, but the jersey started to tear just getting it over his shoulders....
Just when he's decided he has to go out and buy new gear even to go to the gym,....