Short Shorts
I consider myself fairly polite, not the best, but polite non the less.
I have been going to the Daybreak Community Center at six in the morning for a run on the tredmill or a work out on the elliptical trainers. I always, ALWAYS choose a machine that is the farthest away from other people. I do this so that I am not around other people. I don’t like people to be able to see how much I am sweating. I don’t want to talk, I workout. I did not come to the gym to be social.
When I get to the gym I will go to the elliptical or tredmill that is the farthest away from human contact. ALWAYS! And always someone comes and gets on the machine next to me. Last time it was a man with a bald head and shorts that were way to short for a man. You know who I am talking about. You have seen him working out in your neighborhood. There is one of these in every neighborhood. The one with the shorts on that make you wonder how they keep everything tucked nicely in place. Yeah, he came and get on the machine that was next to me. I luckily was done and quickly gathered my things and bolted out of there.
Today I went again to the nether regions of the work out machines and again today some lady happily hopped on the machine next to me. There are twenty other machines, can’t you do your thing somewhere else. I hate being that close to people unless the gym is full and it requires being that close. But there was no need for this kind of sweaty closeness today. Especially since I was the only one on a machine. Geez, leave me alone.
Now I see why guys get anxious about someone peeing in the urinal next to them.