Thursday, September 10, 2009

Stairway to Italy


My favorite toy at the gym is the stair-master. I can bring a book and go on that thing for an hour and I love it.
There are 5 stair-masters at my gym and typically I get them to myself but about twice a week someone else will come over to stair-world and it is always the same people.
The people are as follows:
Other Girls-
which are fine because they don't smell and they keep to themselves, and sometimes they smell good which is a relief from the usual smell of sweat and b.o.
Adventure book reading possibly gay guy-
he reads the same books as me and I get really excited but won't talk to him until I know for sure he's gay because he is NOT HOT.
Sweaty guy with nice calves-
He doesn't smell too bad, so we're cool. And he has nice calves.
Tourettes conductor old guy-
This guy, not cool, I was on the end, there were 4 other empty machines, he picks the one next to me and does this weird OCD arm flailing thing every 35.7 seconds...and he's old, but whatever.

THEN...
yesterday, I was all into my book and enjoying the empty stair next to me when along comes "short, too tan, but kinda cute guy" and I think 'okay, no biggie he doesn't seem to smell' and so he gets on the machine and "sniff sniff"...ugh...what the hell...he's burping up meatballs. The last thing I want to smell while 30 minutes into a workout is meatballs...i'll take sweat and b.o. but meatballs was just foul. And then he did it again! I just sort of looked at him like "wtf". He left after about 10 minutes (thank goodness) but to all of you out there who think of eating a big feast before the gym...don't.
The poor girl next to you is going to dry heave every time you burp in her face.
I am banning Meatball from my section of the gym.

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