After my fiasco with my previous gym, which scammed me (my bank's intellect won aganist it's brawn, BTW--score one for the good guys) I swore I wouldn't join another, but lo and behold, I did. This one, however seems better. I am not so green anymore, dealing with gyms. WHen I cancel, I plan to get name, number, address, blood type of the canceler next time.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little.... anyway...
My new gym seems fine. I was working out one day when it was practically empty, except for a few people. BTW, in my gym, there's a "Female" section of the gym. Do they have it so ladies won't feel self conscious while working out? IDK. Well, whatever.
I was on the rowing machine, rowing, when this lady took the one next to me, and her friend, a male, took the one next to hers. THey both looked like like for in their late 40s. Now she was built like a body builder, and he was in shape too, but not is much as her. Their conversation, mind you, was really loud so I had no mistake in what they said even over the music and TVs.
SHe: HEY YOU KNOW WHAT?
He: WHAT
She: WE SHOULD HAVE A CONTEST! SEE WHO GETS 500 MILES FASTER!
He: OK!!!!
(They began rowing really fast)
She: HUNGH!
He: OH
She: EEGH!
He: UH
She: HOOOOF!
He: HEE!
And so forth like FOREVER. Grunting and groaning at the tops of their lungs, going super fast. I was like....WTF on a Stick.
I moved away far as I could from them, but wherever I went, I could still hear them.
They didn't bother to wipe down the machine after they finally finished either. Gross.
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little.... anyway...
My new gym seems fine. I was working out one day when it was practically empty, except for a few people. BTW, in my gym, there's a "Female" section of the gym. Do they have it so ladies won't feel self conscious while working out? IDK. Well, whatever.

I was on the rowing machine, rowing, when this lady took the one next to me, and her friend, a male, took the one next to hers. THey both looked like like for in their late 40s. Now she was built like a body builder, and he was in shape too, but not is much as her. Their conversation, mind you, was really loud so I had no mistake in what they said even over the music and TVs.
SHe: HEY YOU KNOW WHAT?
He: WHAT
She: WE SHOULD HAVE A CONTEST! SEE WHO GETS 500 MILES FASTER!
He: OK!!!!
(They began rowing really fast)
She: HUNGH!
He: OH
She: EEGH!
He: UH
She: HOOOOF!
He: HEE!
And so forth like FOREVER. Grunting and groaning at the tops of their lungs, going super fast. I was like....WTF on a Stick.
I moved away far as I could from them, but wherever I went, I could still hear them.
They didn't bother to wipe down the machine after they finally finished either. Gross.

Hey, sometimes the elimination process takes a little more effort, I've been there, but for God's sake, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!!
That said, poop in your own damn house if you're going to be so obnoxious about it. I don't even like farting in a public restroom.
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