This afternoon I went to Spin and I asked to become a member.
The front desk lady took my information.
Then she asked me: “What is your skill level?”

I must have looked flabbergasted.

The lady helped me: “Advanced; not so bad.”

“Mediocre,” I answered.

“Mediocre,” she said. “That’s definitely an option.”

“What makes you smile, my friend?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to answer.
What makes me smile? I wanted to become a member of a Ping-Pong club and I had to explain what made me smile.
Finally I managed to whisper: “A good book.”