The crappy little gym I workout at has become a magnet for every douchebag in the neighborhood. Probably because it is managed by a gay man who promotes hot yoga and meditation over boxing. I have been a member at this gym on and off for twenty years but it has progressively gone down hill. The other week they told me I wasn't able to use the boxing area where I regularly do some speedball and bag work while they had a meditation class on because they said it made too much noise. I nearly blew my stack then, but sucked it up and now work around these douchebags.
Anyway, I had a small window this morning before some work commitments to get in a quick workout and decided on half an hour cardio on and some leg work with very minimal rest between sets. My focus is fitness and health and being lean as opposed to being boofy and muscular. Anyway, for the first time in months the gym was dead empty, I had it all to myself for the first 45 minutes, but then as I was just about to start my second last set on a hamstring curl machine when this fucking young moron approaches and says "Can I jump on that machine" as if it was his birth right and I had no say in the matter. So I start my set and say "Sorry mate I am using it", well he begins to get all pissy and pulling faces and insisting he push in. I had heard enough and said "The gym is literally fucking empty, we are the only two people here and you want to use the one piece of equipment I am using." He continued to moan and complain so I finished my set and angrily stared this fuckwit straight in the eye and firmly asserted "You can fuck off now". While this homo was taken aback, obviously used to getting his own way, I deduced he was an obvious Mummy's boy, and he replied sheepishly by saying "I beg your pardon". I followed up with "Are you fucking stupid too?". Anyway, he crawled off while mumbling god knows what under his breath.
By now my adrenaline was up and visualizing what I assumed would be a certain fight, I mean if someone tells me to fuck off like that, well it generally ends in some fisticuffs. Fucking pussies this younger generation. Anyway, I used the adrenaline dump to angrily fuel the last of my workout. I will concede I was already edgy before this confrontation and may have over reacted, but my gym has countless douchebags and one can only take so much.
