Terrifyingly strange thoughts of the cool type

My Older Brother hasn't forgotten this

So I was talking to my friend Julia, I've told you all about her once, and we were talking about going to the gym some time next week when I come back from vacation. She asked "So how much do you lift per arm?" And I was about to answer WHEN MY BROTHER BROUGHT THIS OLD SHIT BACK "About thirty grocery bags."

Two years ago before I started going to the gym my brother looked at my arms and was surprised at how strong I was, he asked how much I lifted.

Well little did he know I used to help the maids bring the groceries to the kitchen when I was younger (from 9 to 12) because they'd give me candy and praise me. Well I got quite used to loading my arms with bags and walking in to make them think I was strong (I used to be a ladies man... I was a child, alright and they'd praise me.) and because I really didn't want to make more than two trips from the car to the kitchen, I was just really lazy and insisted our four maids only only carried in two bags(once again I was attempting to be a gentleman.) Well eventually after helping them everyday since my father would have dinner meeting a lot which called for lots of food I would carry more and more because it just got easier.

So to his question, since I didn't understand, I replied "About thirty grocery bags." And he lost it. He laughed so hard at the realisation that the reason I had decently toned arms was because I was helping our staff carry food.

And that's the story on why my brother started taking me to the gym with him at the age of thirteen.