So I went to my gym last night after taking a couple days off and I see this kid sitting on my incline bench. There's a pair of 60lb dumbbells sitting next to the bench and this kid is trying to lift them. I asked him if he needed a spot and he's like "No...me do it"...so I watch him as he FALLS OFF THE BENCH and nearly hits cracks his head open on the dumbbells. I helped him up and the kid is crying like nobody's business like he's dying or something. I said to him, "Dude, next time you're gonna use my bench, you better make sure somebody's around to spot you." I actually felt bad for the little guy. Suddenly, this woman starts yelling at me, "What the hell are you doing? What the f*ck happened? Who was spotting him?" I turn around and it's the kid's MOM and she's pointing her finger at me. I'm like, "Lady, I was just trying to get my lift on" and she was like "Lady??? I'm your f*cking wife...don't call me 'Lady'" I thought she was crazy or something because I married a really sweet nice gal, but then I heard "I fell, Dada...Boo-boo on floor" and I realized it WAS my wife and my two-year old son was crying for me to put a Band-Aid on his knee. Damn, did I get pwned or What?
Special "Married with Children" Ed