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I was on the phone with my friend  Shane yesterday while I was at the store.

This man, who I do not know, saw me walk  in.

He comes right up to me while I’m  still talking and says, “You got a minute?”

Literally the phone was in one hand, while my other hand steered the  buggy.

“Huh? Do I know  you?”

“No.”

I ignore him and go back to talking.

Again he says, “You got a minute?”

“For what?”

And just like a  bad movie he slides his hands across his non-muscular, non-hot body and says yet  again, “You got a minute for this?”

Sadly, this was not a joke.

I  looked him over.

Top to  bottom.

I have no doubt that I rolled my  eyes when I said, “No thank you. I do not have a  minute.”

I’m southern. I know the  thank-you was not necessary where some of you are from, but it is in the  south.

Even bad manners do not dictate  bad manners in my neck of the woods!

I  went back to my conversation with Shane. He’s my classmate from California. I  don’t like it when people infringe on my time with him….or her. He cross  dresses. I’m not really sure!

But the  random, unfortunate stranger just stood there.

Why? I do not know.

He  counters my no thank-you with, “I can’t believe you don’t got a  minute.”

He doesn’t know that I used to  teach English, and I am circling his grammar mistakes with the red pen in my  head.

It began to sink in that he wasn’t  going to leave, and he was standing a little too close for my comfort. He  was….in my zone.

Then it occurred to me:  what good have I done if I cannot take the lessons of the gym and apply them to  my life?

Someone wants to take my gym  time? No, they can’t.

Someone wants me to  eat off plan? No.

Someone wants me to go  back to my old ways? I just don’t think so.

Because I learned that I don’t have to let anybody mess with my  healthy lifestyle.

So, it stands to  reason that nobody should mess with me.

The old Adina would have said, “OK. I’ll skip the gym this one time  for you.”

Or, “OK, we can go eat  out.”

But this Adina remembered and  applied yesterday…

Because…

I told my classmate,  “Hold on.”

And then I looked up and said,  “I’ve already told you three times I’m not interested in anything you have to  offer. I don’t have a minute to spare, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to  you.”

I left him standing there,  muttering something about minutes.

And  like with everything else, I didn’t look back to see what became of what I left  behind.

I just walked  on.

Because some things, like bad food,  bad habits, and even bad people, are better left in the  past!

And believe it or not, I saw him at  the gas station a few hours later.

I did  not have to say a word, because I had already taken my  stand.

And yeah, he was still muttering  about minutes.