Amusement From Above

If you must pass a noxious smell, please do it somewhere else. Not in the middle of the gym. Especially, if this smell is going to make me throw up in my mouth, a little. I realize you are working out; maybe a little relaxed, but seriously! Hold it in. Go over to the corner, even better, use the bathroom and let your stink out there.

God, horrible. After returning to the gym from my, oh 3 year break, I’ve forgotten why I really dislike public gyms. Nasty smells, no one cleans the machines after use, too much chatting with others and hogging machines. Lest we forget the come-ons and stares.

“Heeeeey cutie, can I work in between your sets”. Do you really think this works?

And one other thing, do you, the general gym public, feel it necessary to continually ask me how tall I am? Do I ask you how much you weigh? NO, I bloody don’t. This isn’t a social gathering hall. I do not like to talk to someone when I am all sweaty and busy burn calories.

At The Gym

Nasty Dude: Hey, you’re really tall
Me: (Groaning, please, please, please, please, leave me alone) Yup
Nasty Dude: How tall are you?
Me: Apparently, really tall, eh?
Nasty Dude: You’re what 6 something?
Me: 6’3”
Nasty Dude: I bet you come close to hitting your head if you use the stair climber
Me: (F*ck off) Hah, funny, yeah (Can you not get the hint that I’m in no mood to talk to you?)