It’s the offseason. Real football is still months and months away. You’re hurt. You’re angry. You’re hateful. We understand. At KSK, hating things is what we do best. That’s why we have the offseason series THIS WEEK IN F YOU, in which we unleash our considerable bile upon that which we dislike the most. Today: Gym conversation people.
I was chatting with Mr. Maj yesterday when he brought up this topic:
So I forgot my headphones the other day. Worst gym day ever. Even worse than listening to that music is listening to “gym conversations.” I prayed for death. The conversation itself was brutal. This one guy behind me struck up a conversation with a female. He spent about twenty minutes going over his entire workout history. How many marathons he’s run, his weight before and after training. I can’t imagine a worse place to overhear a conversation, except for the waiting room at a proctologist’s office. MAYBE.
KOGOD is right. Gym conversation people are the fucking worst people on Earth. Hey fuckheads, does this look like a fucking speed dating bar? I’m trying to move my fat ass along this goddamn treadmill, and you are not helping. SILENCE. I want fucking silence.
I swear to God, I have gone to the gym, put on my headphones, hopped on a machine, only to then have two galpals sandwich me on the machines to the immediate left and right of me, and then been forced to listen to them chat for forty goddamn minutes while I’m stuck between them. And they somehow manage to talk louder than the maximum volume setting on my headphones. HOLY FUCK. YOU FUCKING SHREWS. And it’s never an interesting conversation. They never give me precious football injury info, or a crucial stock tip. No, no. It’s always the fucking most inane shit you’ve ever heard. “Well, Jenny says they’re going to Ocean City this weekend. Do you like Ocean City? I went once! Not really my thing.” HOLY SHIT, DOES THIS CONVERSATION HAVE TO BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW? THERE ARE 70 TVS YOU CAN WATCH HERE, CUNTSAUCE. DIE.
And I can’t get off! All the other machines are taken! Precious calorie burning might stop! I’m stuck. I sit there on my machine and I just fucking seethe. All I can think about is visualizing these two being hit by a fucking van. And I always think the conversation is going to end, but it never does. They just keep going on and on and on. Even when one of these people finishes their workout, they’ll just linger on the machine to keep on gabbing. I try and counter this by farting, burping, wiping snot onto my shirt, anything.
Even worse are the fuckhead guys who will walk up to some chick on the elliptical and just stand in front of the machine and stay there forever to flirt with them. It’s fucking horrible, because the poor girl can’t go anywhere. She’s stuck having to talk to this asshole, and all the fucker can talk about is whatever exercises he just did. No cares about your fucking uppers, YOU FUCKING COCKFACE. These are the same guys who will happily hold conversations in the gym stairwell, then glare at me when I try and walk by them. YOU’RE ON THE FUCKING STAIRWELL. THIS IS A THOROUGHFARE. FIND A FUCKING CORNER. But no, all their flirting must be done in a doorway, or in front of a water fountain. God, I hate them. FUCK YOU, TODD.
And then there are the personal trainers. These dipshits who litter the club and stand right by the machine next to you, teaching some retard how to use a treadmill. IT’S A FUCKING TREADMILL. WHO THE FUCK NEEDS A TUTORIAL TO USE IT? YOU FUCKING RUN ON IT. They’ll take 25 minutes teaching this person to use the stupid thing. I want them garroted. Or they’ll spot an old client on one of the machines be like, “Carla! How are you! How’s your progress?” Horrible, in every goddamn way.
Maj may be right that the gym may be the worst place on Earth to overhear a conversation. The only other place that comes to mind is in a movie theater during the movie, or if I’m trying to sleep on an airplane. That’s about it. Gym conversation people are agents of Satan. I’m gonna open my own goddamn gym. It’s gonna be called DON’T FUCKING TALK, and anyone who talks will have their tongue cut out. And I will be the only person allowed to join.
It will rule.
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Kettlebells are the greatest approach to get fit. I by no means bother with any other gear nowadays, just several kettlebells and I look in top form.
One of the main benefits of a 3 day split is that as you will be working different muscle groups on different days. This enables you to work at a much greater intensity due to each workout consisting of less exercises, as opposed to a full body routine where you would need to perform maybe two to three times more exercises per workout.
@Everyonesucksbutme Nope. That’s what a golf course is for.
I guess I just don’t understand why someone would pay money to go to a gym and put up with all this when you can do push-ups, curl-ups, and run down your street for free…
@Big Daddy:
LOVE McNabb. How can anyone NOT? He is the epitome of kick-ass QB. Teams should be falling all over themselves to acquire his elite services. The elephant in the room is making itself VERY apparent. If anybody considers themselves to be true NFL afficionados, McNabb’s performance on the field speaks for itself, BIG-TIME. I could go on forever, but I shouldn’t have to. McNabb is and has always been, an ELITE NFL QUARTERBACK. Fuck Philly-Fan. You don’t deserve him. The Niners have two #1′s and a number two in the draft. NFC West is up for grabs…..
@yeah right-
I love ministry when I work out. Or in general…
Nobody brought up the ‘spandex guys’? I have been going to the gym (inconsistently) for 15 yrs all over the country, and you always run into a ‘spandex guy’. No shorts over the top and a tiny tank top.
Like I need to see that shit? I wear spandex under long shorts so the only time they are seen is when my pale, hairy upper leg would be exposed. I like a minimum of jiggling to my balls, so I understand wearing spandex, but put some shit over them so nobody even knows you’re wearing them.
@old gregg
i do my pull ups on the power cage, but yes the pull up bar is definitely a douche-free zone. as far as people not doing them because its hard, you don’t get big and strong by doing shit thats easy. i’m not saying everyone should strive to be 70s big, but put in some god damn work
At home. I stretch, put on appropiate gear, strap shoes on my feet, turn on Ipod, walk out the front door do 6 miles and return home.
Every 3-4 months buy a new pair of shoes.
Repeat.
Nobody bugs me during the workout and if I see someone approaching I just starting screaming out Ministry lyrics and they usually leave me alone.
I have been gym free for over 9 years and am in the best shape of my life.
Just had a similar experience at my gym. Was doing the circuit training because I don’t like to do more than one set of any exercise and I certainly don’t want to put any thought into my workout. Anyway….get caught behind these two twenty-something wastes of DNA and not only do I have to here them harp about how their day as teachers went well because they didn’t have to yell quite as much as usual (poor fucking kids) but the banshee using the machine right before me decided that wiping off the equipment wasn’t really necessary. I can only hope the next machine she uses was used by a goddamn leper.
“I’ll also include the pull-up bar in the last of safe zones. It works more than biceps and chest, so most of the jackasses stay away from it.”
Most stay away from those because it is hard as shit to do a pull-up, especially for fat ass douches like me.
Another thought I had before I head out to the gym: what about those guys that leave like 300+ pounds on the bar and just fucking walk off? This seems to only happen when they do shrugs on the squat rack, and I’m left removing all those fucking plates as I’m ready to do curls. Karma I guess.
“if you keep your workout to the power rack, rowing machine and kettlebells, you will be buffered from the idiot masses”
Word brother. I’ll also include the pull-up bar in the last of safe zones. It works more than biceps and chest, so most of the jackasses stay away from it.
Casual college gym is awful. Athletes’ college gym is incredible.
Of course, this is at a spectacular Big Ten school and I am blessed with the real, young and perky boobies freshly cresting the horizon, signalling the dawn of summer.
@ Hee Moy-
No worries; i just wanted to use the term “cockswab.”
LOL @ the idea that you tubby fuckers go to the gym on a regular basis.
Had the title of the post been “Pudding Aisle Conversation People” I might have bought it.
/total fatass
This is why I lift in my garage …
“Ok I get it, I’m a douche for doing curls on the squat rack.”
Acceptance is Step 1.
Ok I get it, I’m a douche for doing curls on the squat rack.
I don’t squat where you curl; show me the same motherfucking consideration cockswab…
@hee moy
you can curl almost anywhere. my gym has 2 racks in which i can squat. if i have to wait for one because someone is curling, it is more than a minor annoyance
Man do I feel lucky. I go to a gym right by where I work at lunch so I just want to get in and get out. The plus side is even though it is crowded early in the week (but a ghost town on Thursday and Friday) everyone feels pretty much the same way. Not much talking, no one monpolizing machines and most of the women stay upstairs on the elipticals so I can’t hear the ones who are chatty. Now if only I could get rid of the old naked guys in the locker room.
I was a member of a gym once. What a pain in the ass.
I own my own weights and a bench. If I want to bike, I use a real bike. If I want to run, I run to, through, around, and back from a nearby park. This is far more convenient in so many ways, not the least of which is avoiding Gym Conversation Guy. And Naked Lockeroom Guy. And Curls in the Squat Rack guy. And Gym Skank Girl, who is almost always a cocktease in a very poor disguise.
Curls in the Squat Rack guy: Yes, you’re a douchebag. The squat rack is for people doing squats. Bicep curls are not squats; the two are not easily mistaken for each other in any way. Get fucked and die.
Airplanes are the worst place to overhear a conversation, because you can’t leave. If someone is annoying at the gym, you can walk away. You don’t HAVE to stay there, unless you just enjoy suffering.
All these gym stories have justified my decision to never, ever join a gym. True, my abundant laziness is the main impetus, but the tales of gym douchery have convinced me as nothing else could. An endless supply of fucktards AND sweating? Pass.
So if I’m doing curls at a squat rack, I can get fucked and die? I never thought of that as being something too douchey to do.
Now, that fuck that grabs dumbbells off the rack, and then stands right there where he got them from and starts doing curls and blocks me from going to get/put back my dumbbells can go get fucked.
“THIS IS A THOROUGHFARE!”
I didn’t realize Drew worked out at The Cleveland Browns Run Defense
-guy who showers, then proceeds to put on deodorant, shave, comb hair, brush teeth, use electric dryer to dry his balls, then put on shirt and socks BEFORE putting on pants.
as far as creepy naked guys in the locker room go, by far the worst is “gratuitous towel guy” who is walking around butt ass naked with a towel over his shoulder, letting you know that he has a towel, he just chooses to strut around in the nude
haha at using machines and treadmills. go to the weight room and weights like someone who has a clue. then you won’t be sandwiched between two women yapping. did you never stop to ask yourself, “why am in an area of the gym populated mostly by women?”
Solution…stop paying to use a machine and go for a run.
Aaaand that’s why I train at a Muay Thai gym. The only sounds are the wet smack of gloved fist on bag or face.
I go to a NYSC and NO ONE wipes down the machines. I have to wipe down the elliptical machine before and after I use it. I never seen this at a gym before.
-Cellphone guy/girl
-drop-set guy who is using 25, 30, 35, 40, and 45 pound dumbbells all at once
-guy who uses a benchpress bench for non-benching activities (shoulder press, curls, triceps, etc.)
-BO guy (some odor may be inevitable when sweating, but blatant BO? No.)
-shadowboxing/tough guys in fight gear (real fighters train at fight camps, not 24 hour fitness)
-Finally…there are 10+ empty cardio machines. I pick the one on the end. Anyone who decides to use the one next to me should be shot.
Greatest gym decision of my life you ask? Joining the gym at the Jewish Community Center. Nice, clean, and as a married husky guy, I am able to feel like the best athlete in the joint.
Your silence only gym would be loved by graduates of the Milford Academy
/gratuitous arrested development reference
I always wear my headphones and a scowl. That way no one ever talks to me. Other advice go at lunch so you don’t have to wait around for people to stop using the weights or machines. If you absolutely must go during peak hours do a leg workout, half the fuck wits at the gym are only concerned with their glamor muscles anyways.
I think “FUCK YOU, TODD” should replace “E PLURIBUS UNUM” as our national motto. A side benefit would be that cash could be used to heckle Duke fans.
@How Much Cheese: my own experience in LA is that most people understand that concept well enough, but on any Metro escalator there’s guaranteed to be at least one fucktard that doesn’t, and thus all the people who are walking will pile up behind them because they’re too polite to say anything and the fucktard is too oblivious to notice the queue of fifteen people behind him impatiently tapping their feet.
@Clamps, Why would you buy bull semen “extract” it removes all the original flavor, not to mention it destroys the texture.
I’ve found that the best gyms are the ones affiliated with a hospital. Always have top end equipment, and they are generally populated with the elderly and morbidly obese. The “clients” tend to show up in small numbers and for only a short period of time, so its free range in the gym. And, if you are doing any kind of real workout, you can just intimidate them the hell away from whatever equipment you need.
Me: “Are you using that?”
Them: “Uhm, no… I’m done”. (Scurries away)
Also, and most importantly, almost NO d-bags trying to impress the room (Except for me I guess).
/walks away in shame
While we’re telling gym stories, I’ve got one. About three days after I joined a gym in Johannesburg I was headed into the locker room after swimming laps. As I entered the door marked “MEN” something felt a bit off – but I was still new to the gym so I dismissed my thoughts and headed inside. To encounter several naked and semi-naked women who hurriedly (and surprisingly politely) informed me that I was in the wrong locker room. Turns out some punk kids had pulled a prank and switched the signs on the locker room doors. To this day I wish I could find those kids and shake their hands. I don’t use the word “hero” very often, but those kids are the greatest heroes in
AmericanSouth African history.I could park my Harley between those there cheeks……
1. Guy sipping McD’s coffee while lounging on the V-sit or Roman Chair.
2. Incessant flexers in the mirror
3. “Leg Day Guy” that consists of curl, ez-curl, and tricep pressdown.
4. Morning Funk guy – the early morning workout guy that rolls out of
bed and has the stale, musty gusto of ass reaking through the gym so you
can chew on it.
5. Retirement Home TV watchers: its a fucking gym, not a time to catch
up on Bloomberg, FOX News, Matlock, or Price is Right….gym TVs should
be for the expressed purpose of titties or sports. Period
24 hour fitness clubs OWN all.
These days would rather bike for 30 miles than be exposed to old fucks walking around the locker room with their junk hanging out like such behavior was totally normal and the highlight of their retirement days . Or my current Congressman(COUGH++++anthony weiner+++++COUGH) who was fond of wearing a colorful bandana like he had cancer or was shit while grunting like an chimp in heat while he curled 30 pounds. Or the guys who are doing a “superset”-basically blocking off 3 work stations like they own the place. Screw everyone else.
To all of the above fucks-buy a home gym. Or get elected to Congress.
@ RudeBoy
FUCK and YES!!!
Supermarket aisle blockers are the worst. All I want to do is pick up a six pack, some pasta and mini-muffins for the kids and GTFO (to consume said six pack). But fuck no, Muffy and Brianne have to clog the aisle to catch up on the latest deets at the Montesorri. GAHHHHHH!
I also hate Owns 56 Cats Lady who blocks one side of the aisle with her cart while standing in the other side of the aisle casually perusing her six volume coupon notebook. Die in a horrible fire!!!
The girl in the picture is both what’s right and wrong with my gym. It’s right because those girls like to go in the very front row to use treadmills, giving me a fantastic view of their ass (and face via the mirrors). And to be honest, it gives me some extra motivation to push harder.
But my God, so many of them won’t shut the fuck up. And if they aren’t talking, it’s some douched wearing Ed Hardy or awkwardly wearing a wife beater hitting on them. Now, most of the times I truly feel bad for those girls, as they just want to work out. And I feel bad for me cause I have to listen to this dumb fuck talk to her. It just boggles my mind how some people have zero game. But the girls who wear makeup, workout to just barely break a sweat, wear all visually appealing clothes and perfume, and just sit at some of the exercise machines, not doing anything with the setting on two, those bitches need to go. If you want to get picked up, go to the juice bar or a night club.
@How Much Cheese: I live in Canada, and from what I’ve seen, Vancouver is the only Canadian city that implements the walk on the left, stand on the right rule.
Back in college we had two main gyms – the one closer to my apartment was the “Rec” gym with the fancy new equipment and pools and shit. Absolutely terrible – it was littered with fuckwits who wanted everyone to see that they worked out. Found the other one that was on the clear other side of town, and even though I had to take a bus to get there it was the best decision ever. Stale, hadn’t been updated since 1982, and dingy as hell but it repelled all the posers. The only people who worked out there were people who wanted to work. While it did mean I was easily the weakest guy in the room, it was a worthy tradeoff to exercise in peace. I recommend the same to anyone else – the shittier the gym looks, the less you get the nimrods.
@Zack +1 for Sports Night. Such an underrated show.
And to the person who was talking about resolutionists (not a word, I know) at their gym: tell me about. My school finished building a new gym and it was open for use when everyone got back from winter break so of course EVERY jerkoff and fat girl that convinced themselves they would get in better shape while drinking themselves into a stupor over break was in there. The gym staff wouldn’t let us deadlift for TWO weeks because it was a “saftey issue” with all the “inexperienced people” walking around. I’m sorry, I am trying to do a legitimate workout and you’re telling me I can’t deadlift out on the floor cause some retard who is puttering around looking at the machines and will maybe do 8 curls with a 15 pound dumbell then leave might get hurt?? I know there’s insurance issues and shit but jesus christ…give me a break.
And I second (third?) killing douchebags that do curls in the power racks. Go die.
I’m gonna go blast my quads.
@ Dirty 5
“Get in, get swole, get out…words to live by”
I was contemplating Buddhism but I gotta admit, you’ve shown me the true path.
@Dirty 5 Thirty. Once I was in our gym’s locker room changing to go home, and this dude comes out of the shower nude, carrying but not wearing a towel, and as fate would have it his locker was right next to mine. As if towling himself off right beside me wasn’t bad enough, he starts talking to me. “Whatdya work out today?” “Uh, chest mostly. Ran a little.” “Do you do tris when you hit the pecs man?” “Nah.” “Oh man you got to do tris when you hit the pecs! You’re really missing out on a great opportunity to define [flexes triceps] these bad boys.” This continued on for the thirty seconds it took me to hurriedly dress and get the fuck outta there.
Damn Otto beat me too it. I have interjected into conversations before, but be careful, it is a slippery slope as it is fun to do. And also, once they start glaring at you with the weird looks of “who the fuck are you”, that is your que to start with the random and excessive swearing.
And as for my gym, it skews towards the older crowd, my all time favorite guy is the flabby fifty year old with a tramp stamp who parades naked in the locker room. And you may be thinking I am a perv or gay for mentioning a naked dude. But the reason I do is because he has a tramp stamp. The first time I saw that thing I was in
A few weeks ago some chunky college girls got on the machines next to me: 2 on the left, 1 on the right. They blathered for 20 minutes, occasionally taking a step. I tried to ignore them beneath my headphones but it could only muffle the words, not block out the screech. The moment I wanted to kill was when they started taking photos of each other through me. Who the fuck does that?
At my last school gym, there was a guy I absolutely hated (one of many, actually) who would shout conversations across the room. Whenever it was at me, I would give flat yes/no responses hoping he would take the hint. I would have been happy if Drew had killed either of us.
I guess I’m the only guy who automatically tunes everything out while doing cardio/lifting? Finally, being oblivious is a blessing rather than a curse! Everything’s comin’ up Megatron!
Curls in the squat rack guy, circuit guy, and you-said-hey-to-me-once-so-now-we’re-gym-buddies-who-talk-about-all-the-inane-shit-that-happened-at-work-and-things-that-piss-me-off guy can fuck off.
The bane of my existence are the douche-helmets that walk around butt naked in the locker room. I can understand stripping down in front of your locker to change, but oh no, these fucksticks walk AROUND the god damned locker room like it’s happy hour at Hedonism…I even had one of these approach me to ask how I folded my shirt (as I had just finished working out after getting off of work) to put in my bag. I mumbled something about how I don’t converse with dudes wearing less clothing than me while backing up slowly towards the exit.
I maybe say three words the entire time I’m in the gym…”Thanks” to the guy swiping my card, “yo” to the cute personal trainer who for some reason is sweating my nuts, and “Later” to the same card swipe guy when I’m leaving. Get in, get swole, get out…words to live by.
Two kinds of people have gone unmentioned in this thread who deserve hatred and scorn:
1) Creepy old guys who wander around the locker room naked and who seem to leer at everyone in there.
2) Guys who work out without wearing a shirt.
Allow me to play devil’s advocate for a moment here and say this:
THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR ONLY BEING ABLE TO DO 8 PUSHUPS.
@clamps
“If by buffered by the idiot masses you mean waiting for Ed Hardy to finish his bicep curls before you can do squats, then you are correct, sir.”
if you are big enough and have a nasty enough scowl, they can be chased away. more importantly, my gym is, inadvertently designed to minimize the morons curling in the cage. the cages are, for some reason, located on a floor with the womens locker room and the womens only area. the ed hardy set hasn’t really discovered that it exists.
I used to live in a small apartment complex that had a very basic workout center that Only like three people used. I got in the best shape of my life. I now work out in a big “pay monthly” gym and dread going there due to everything listed above.
As soon as Obama fixes the goddam conomy I’m assembling a home gym. Fuck old people and body builders alike.
Re escalators, cf.
“I can’t believe no one has mentioned the assholes who are in front of you at the gym water fountain and are filling up a quart or half-gallon container of water.”
If you can think of a better way for me to dissolve my glucose powder, mixed with protein, mixed with creatine, mixed with bull semen extract, I’d like to hear it.
I can’t believe no one has mentioned the assholes who are in front of you at the gym water fountain and are filling up a quart or half-gallon container of water. ALL I WANT IS A SIP. Makes me want to kick ther guy in the nuts or if it’s a female, make snide comments about her body and hope she develops an eating disorder.
Gym? Exercise? From which language do these strange words originate?
Actually played softball for the first time in five years two weeks ago. Covered the outfield like a champ, sprinting for fly balls, backing up throws at second, hustling down to first for two full games. Best player out there really.
Two weeks later I can hardly walk without massive quad pain. Maybe there’s something to this “regular workouts” of which you speak.
+1000 Otto!
My gym owns. 20 bucks a month, plenty of equipment, everyone shuts the fuck up and works out, and there is a conspicuous lack of retards in workboots carrying gallon jugs of water.
For the low low price of about 4X the cost of a monthly gym membership (plus the startup cost of buying your own equipment via Craigslist) you too can rent a garage like I do and work out in blissful peace and tranquility. The only sounds you’ll hear are the misplaced laugh tracks from your Sports Night dvd’s and the only people you’ll see are the scorchingly hot Hasidic women that walk by on their way to their Passover keggers.
And yeah, it’s worth every penny.
@Otto: It appears you’ve co-written several episodes of Curb.
They just keep going on and on and on. Even when one of these people finishes their workout, they’ll just linger on the machine to keep on gabbing. I try and counter this by farting, burping, wiping snot onto my shirt, anything.
You’re doing it wrong. Rather than try to repel them, you should try to engage their conversation as inappropriately as you can. Make no introductions, attempt no segueway, just dive right in like she was talking to you.
Her: “Well, Jenny says they’re going to Ocean City this weekend. Do you like Ocean City? I went once! Not really my thing.”
You: “Jenny Albright? Or Jenny Cuthbert?”
Her: “… I’m not sure you know her…”
You: “Oh, golly, you’d be surprised at how many Jennys I know. Let me see if I can name them all! Jenny White, Jenny Richards, Richard Jeni, …”
Keep the headphones on, though, and just shout over the noise. It makes it obvious how loud they were and it makes it obvious you don’t care how loud you get.
Her: “Well, Jenny says they’re going to Ocean City this weekend. Do you like Ocean City? I went once! Not really my thing.”
You: “Why? Did you get some sort of sexually transmitted disease there?”
Her: “Well, Jenny says they’re going to Ocean City this weekend. Do you like Ocean City? I went once! Not really my thing.”
You: “Why not? Because you hate Jews?”
The proper response, when shouted, will make them both run away.
And yes, one of the joys of being married is that I no longer give a shit about what random women think of me.
I go to a university gym. It’s the only place it’s socially acceptable to pursue my my passion for looking at young women who aren’t my fiancee while breathing heavily.
> the gym may be the worst place on Earth to overhear a conversation
You’ve never overheard my sister-in-law
“if you keep your workout to the power rack, rowing machine and kettlebells, you will be buffered from the idiot masses”
If by buffered by the idiot masses you mean waiting for Ed Hardy to finish his bicep curls before you can do squats, then you are correct, sir.
Another place where people need to shut the fuck up is the seat behind me on the 8:37 train to Montclair last night. GET OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE!!!!!!!!
Also, why did thongs over spandex go out of style again? I don’t seem to remember agreeing to that.
Another corollary to the thoroughfare conversationalists is two people blocking the aisle of the supermarket with their shopping carts so they can discuss the latest on their rugrats and who get pissed off when you say “excuse me”
aside from talkers the most annoying people in the gym are:
1) people who take up multiple stations at once
2) people who don’t put away weights after using them
3) bros who curl in the power cage
4) people who give me dirty looks when i don’t daintily place the bar on the ground when deadlifting
The escalator thing, which I think Maj mentioned earlier today, is a world-wide practice. In Milan they have signs saying “TENERE LA DESTRA” — stay to the right — all over the escalators. And the itals get real pissed and scream “PERMESSO” at you if you do it. I join people worldwide in hating pieces of shit who park on the left.
I wonder if escalators go the other way in London, and the assholes are the ones parking themselves on the right side.
Spring break and New Years is always the worst at Gold’s where I used to belong. I went to the one in Bloomington, IL so you got the double joy of “resolutioners” for the first month of January then the college kids as Spring break grew closer. So basically the first 4-5 months of the year, the place was packed with fucktards and noobs. Finally got sick of it this year and cancelled my membership.
Spent around $300 on home gym equipment (dumbells, bands, and pullupbar), got an exercise bike and eliptical off freecycle, and used BitTorrent to get P90X … Week 6 of working out at home and not only am I fitter, my stress levels have come down from not having to put up with douchetastic fucktards.
// I know … cool story bro
I’m still trying to get past the idea of paying to use a treadmill.