Tonight I am going to discuss the gym. The good thing about going to the gym is that it allows a good 30 minutes for people watching. The bad thing about going to the gym is that sometimes you don't want to watch these people - but they are like a car wreck and you can't turn your head. Here are a few characters I see regularly:
American flag pants man: Oh yes. A grown man in short shorts resembling an American flag. I am pretty sure Betsy Ross did not ever intend for such desecration as she was assembling our nation's symbol. The only pledge you want to say when you see them is to never marry a man who would wear these.
Grunting man: We know the weights are heavy because we can see that there are a lot of them on the bar - but your grunting is just embarassing - and drowning out my 50 Cent.
Totally disinterested gym worker: This guy comes around at least once a night and kind of pretends to clean equpiment. But really he just stands there with his sanitizer watching the Suns game.
Selfish magazine hoarder: Ok. This girl takes all the People magazines and the Glamour magazines in the rack and leaves you with Sailing Today or Hadassah - the magazine for Jewish men. No bueno Miss Greedy. I want to know what J-Lo named her babies too.
Miss why the heck are you at the gym cuz if I looked like you I would be at Cold Stone girl: This girl is ridiculously good looking and is virtually flawless. And she has been on the eliptical next to you for 58 minutes. You know because you look at her screen to see how many calories she has burned and how long she works out to look like that. You will leave the gym and probably eat something unhealthy before this girl even starts her cool down. You will tell yourself she has no personality - and that your handwriting is probably better.
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2 comments:
Ah the gym...there is this guy that occasionally comes down to the gym in my office building. He comes in wearing khaki pants, a polo shirt, and penney loafers. He does about ten chin ups then leaves. I haven't figured out the point to this. Maybe he just needs to reassure himself that he is still somewhat fit even though he spends his days working in a cubicle...
~Priscilla
you need to add dumpy sweatpants weary, crazy haired mommy...who just dropped her screaming kids with snot running down their noses at childcare, all so she can walk on the treadmill and have no one clinging to her for exactly 30 minutes, which is how long it will take childcare to call her over the intercom to pick up her kids :) or perfect mommy, who has obviously paid for perfection and is there simply to make all the other mommies look in the mirror at themselves only to see that yes, indeed gravity has still taken it's toll :) or finally my favorite...the tweener girl in teeny-tiny shorts and friday night make-up who is hopping from cardio machine to cardio machine all the while texting her friends who are standing right next to her and giggling and laughing trying desperately to get the twice her age personal trainer to notice her...ah, my favorite :) and oh, how I love to people watch at the gym too...it's stifleing the laughter that wants to come out so bad that I'm having to learn to control... :)
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