Earlier today I hit the gym for some benching and squatting.
I enter the change room and open a locker. The one beside it is being used and its occupant is readying to leave the gym.
He’s giving me a gruesome stare.
Going about my business.
Still the stare.
Then: “Geez, man! How about some social distancing! You can’t wait an extra minute for me to leave?!”
Fortress remained calm. I told him he’d be OK and to attempt to be slightly less estrogen-soaked.
Just before he left, I brutally mocked him. I threw up my arms and said, “Whoa! Six feet, guy! SIX FEET!”
Then I started laughing.
The twink dink rushed out the door. Quivering lower lip and all.
Some people are seriously fucked in the head.