Okay, don’t let the title fool you. I’m just as enraged and confused as you are.
This morning, I went to the gym to achieve what I like to call Jell-o Arm Status. It was achieved, but that’s besides the point.
As I was totally shredding my biceps, this (older) douche bag dude kept giving shit to every other guy that came through the room.
Hey, Mark! Glad to see you got your lazy ass outta bed this morning!
What’s up, Steve, you sonofabitch?
I was slightly annoyed, but Adam Levine was on the TV screen, so I was able to tune out most of his obnoxious bull shit. But then, I saw Paul, an older gentleman who is normally in Body Pump with me.
I gave him the Familiar Stranger Smile, and not a second later, The Douche Bag Dude approaches Paul.
Paul! My man! I’m glad to see you’re here in the weight room with the BIG BOYS and not that silly girl’s class.
I could hear Paul laugh uncomfortably as I was laying down on the bench doing my chest presses.
Douche Bag continued, Paul – you need me to give you some real motivation. What can those girls in that class do for you besides stand there and look pretty?
I so badly wanted to swing a kettle bell and hit that guy straight in the throat, but I refrained.
I was so ticked off for some reason. Mainly because I hate douche bags who think if they simply STAND amongst the weights for an hour and talk shit, they’ve accomplished something. And secondly, dude, shut the fuck up. I’m sure every “pretty little girl” who takes Body Pump could easily kick your ass.
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