After going to my nephew's and then to my daughter's soccer games, I was dehydrated as hell yesterday when I got to the gym. It took me about an hour to get in enough water to where I felt I could work out.
So, needless to say, I wasn't in the mood to deal with any crap when I got there. There was someone doing curls
in my deadlift area when I arrived, but no big deal, I could do another exercise first.
I was a bit sluggish, but since no one was waiting for me, I figured I would take the extra rest needed on the heavier weights and just make each set count.
When I finally finished, I was spent and my bottle needed more water. As I'm walking to the fountain, I notice this little twink sitting behind his buddy on the Smith machine combing his fucking hair.
That was the ultimate sign of disrespect...treating my gym floor like it's his personal primp room. I was angry, but I let it go, because Texas was in a dogfight with the Red Raiders, so that's all I cared about between sets.
Do twinks really need to be told to do all their grooming in the locker room?