Hey, Oxford!

So, I'm working out at my local 24 Hour Fitness. And either I'm paranoid or folks are looking at me... in the cardio area, in the free weight area... you get the picture. So I head on over to the aerobics room to stretch and check for boogers. No boogers.

But as I go to put back my mat (yes, I did stretch too), I hear through my headphones: "Hey, Oxford!" And I realize this guy is talking to me, and he's calling me "Oxford." Because I'm wearing my Oxford t-shirt (the one I bought during my fabulous time on the other side of the pond). I pull out my headphones to see what this guy wants. And he proceeds to ask me all about Oxford... if I've actually been there, etc. He was very impressed. Apparently, not many gym rats in Billings can say they've spent a term at Oxford... or have bought an Oxford shirt.

And then it hits me, that's what everyone was staring at... my Oxford shirt. I'm never wearing it to the gym again.

On the same note, I've also been called "Stanford" by a guy driving in the lane next to mine... I guess he noticed my Stanford alumni license place holder.