"look behind you, Darcy"
So working out in the lesser of the meat-markets has been a definite plus. But it also has it's disadvantages as well. Right before climbing off my elliptical machine in the front of the room to trade with Grace who is one the bike directly behind me, I get a text message. It reads: "look behind you, darcy." I turn and see the ancient oil-tanned thin hippie-of-a-man who bikes the upright bike (of which I will never ever touch again with a ten foot pole, because he drenches it every time with a thick puddle of sweat that streams off every limb of his body, oh, it's true, even the tops of his hands gloss up and there is literally a thick shine applied to the bike during and after he uses it). Honestly, it's absolutely disgusting. And what's more is that he doesn't bring anything to listen to, so every once in a while he pulls out of the gaze and starts to stare at you with his gloss beady eyes and then shoots you this creepy grin. Ewgh! Yuck. And yesterday when he finished his sweaty ride he grabbed for the rag and disinfectant spray and off his arm flew a slew of sweat in my direction, unable to move from my strapped in position, I was struck by it across my arm and hand, ewgh! I nearly puked. Blah! Ewgh!! *shudder*
On that same day, on the other side of me was a nerdy man in his early to mid 30's. He sits down on the bike and starts peddling. His screen is black. He leans over, "excuse me, do you know how long they've had these machines here? Oh... (when having discovered the black screen) do you know how to make this work?" Who do I look like? Miss informative repair woman? 'I think that you've unplugged it somehow.' was all I offered in his direction. Despite my inserted head set he decides to try to spark up a conversation with me... when I grunt my reply of "huh?" and he sets of to repeat himself, I grant him a mere "oh" and proceed to reinsert my head set after staring dumbly at the TV on my screen. He returns to the newspaper he's reading, and then later pipes up: 'Mr so-in-so was endited today, did you hear?' Honestly, I could care less. *shrug*
On that same day, on the other side of me was a nerdy man in his early to mid 30's. He sits down on the bike and starts peddling. His screen is black. He leans over, "excuse me, do you know how long they've had these machines here? Oh... (when having discovered the black screen) do you know how to make this work?" Who do I look like? Miss informative repair woman? 'I think that you've unplugged it somehow.' was all I offered in his direction. Despite my inserted head set he decides to try to spark up a conversation with me... when I grunt my reply of "huh?" and he sets of to repeat himself, I grant him a mere "oh" and proceed to reinsert my head set after staring dumbly at the TV on my screen. He returns to the newspaper he's reading, and then later pipes up: 'Mr so-in-so was endited today, did you hear?' Honestly, I could care less. *shrug*
posted by mlejane at 10:57 PM
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Well, I live in a ghetto apartment near the university so we don't have a private gym. I suppose this is just the price I have to pay to ship-shape my bod. *wink*
Stay away from those "stinky" old men. They are trouble and so could the guys on the internet be.( If you know what i'm talking about, take it from one who knows.)
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