I was the only female in the gym today. Freaky. Okay, I’ll admit, it was kinda cool.
Most of the guys in the gym were the usual muscle-heads (God love ‘em!). One, however, is a guy I try to avoid. If you so much as make eye contact with him, he’ll talk your ear off. And most of what he says is offensive (I’ve mentioned this guy before. He’s the one who has a body that would match the Mr. Potatohead head).
A few months ago, when the gym became a gym and therapy center, he loudly commented to me, “I hope we don’t have to see burn victims in here!” On another occasion, Loudmouth Guy proceeded to complain to me about his “Fag Neighbor.” OMG. Not only do I have gay friends whom I love to pieces, but this idiot was telling me this story as a gay man worked out nearby. For both reasons, I winced. Idiot man apparently noticed this, because he said, “I don’t care! I tell it like it is!” and kept on talking. I left to work out on another machine (and to shut him up).
As I was finishing up my workout today, Idiot Guy walked in. He waved hello. I managed a weak smile. He got on an elliptical. As I got off the treadmill and proceeded to wipe it off, he decided to announce that he just read a new book on health and what makes people sick. I nodded, thinking maybe he was referring to my wiping off the treadmill handles. Nope. He used the “people being sick” opening to announce that he’s seriously thinking about getting a colon cleanse.
*insert a moment of silence to allow that to fully sink in*
I swear, I think I HEARD my eyebrows raise. Oblivious to my discomfort, he continued on, patting his stomach and telling me that he just can’t seem to lose any of his belly fat (which, admittedly, is considerable). I attempted to walk away. He kept talking (is this guy out on a day pass, or what?). He said the book he read confirmed that his belly fat was all due to his consumption of soda and that the colon cleanse was his only hope (yep, he’s definitely out on a day pass).
Summoning a fake sweet smile, I helpfully offered that maybe he was a walking soda vending machine, and that it might be easier for him to just buy a shirt that says “Coke” or “Pepsi” on the front.
*silence*
His mouth dropped open and he seriously looked wounded. I was able to get away as he attempted to process what I’d said.
Score one for the gay people and the burn victims.
Filed under: Personal, Rant, Weight Loss
I know those type of gym goers all too well. Why not just wear an I-pod/mp3 player? Even if you don’t turn it on, you can at least ignore him by pretending not to hear him. And besides, if you turn it on, you won’t hear him.
He keeps coming back to you because you smile and speak to him. However, with your last comment, you may have done the right thing by insulting him. Don’t stop. Continue and he’ll stay clear from you or (hopefully) quit.