HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 
DS, the hardcore gym in my town was attached to two tennis courts.
My brother (at the time a high level state bodybuilder, years before he competed at NPC Nationals) used to give me a ride to play tennis while he lifted.
Well, the year was around 1991, when those spandex short/overall outfits were all the rage in the magazines.
This one dude walked in a lime green and pink spandex outfit with Otomix shoes. He was a big fucker no doubt, but just a big bloated mess.
I was done playing tennis, so I came into to do my usual epic hardcore sets of leg extensions, leg curls, chest press, calf raises, bicep curls (I was 15 at the time).
Dude makes fun of me and starts ragging on me for being skinny (6'1" and about 155 lbs.)
Later on, he is talking to a really hot girl that taught aerobics there and I walk up to him and tell him "Dude, you better call the cops, quick!!!!"
"What happened?"
"Somebody stole your calves!!!!"
The whole fucking gym erupted with laughter. If it weren't for my brother and his meathead friends, I would have been toast!!!