Somewhat skeptical of his sons newfound determination to become the next Charles Atlas, the father nevertheless followed the teenager over to the weight-lifting department.

Please, Dad, whined the boy, I promise Ill use them every day.



I dont know, Michael. Its really a big commitment on your part, the father pointed out.



Please, Dad?



Theyre not cheap either.



Ill use them Dad, I promise. Youll see.



Finally won over, the father paid for the equipment and headed for the door.



From the corner of the store he heard his son yell, What! You mean I have to carry them to the car?!