So I went to the regular gym today instead of the clubhouse up the hill. It gets crowded up there on the weekend, with everyone workin’ on their fitness right? Over at 24 Hour though it was nice and quiet. I was about ten minutes away from finishing up my cardio. I usually go over to the ab machine next. There are only 2 of the one I like to use so I tend to start scoping them out early. I hate to have to wait, yanno? So this Dilbert looking fellow gets on and does some sit-ups. In my mind I start my usual chant ‘hurryuphurryuphurryup’ cause like, I am almost ready to move over there. In the meantime the gal who was on the other machine had left and a new gal got on. She did like 3 crunches, scrunched her face, sat up, and began sniffing the machine. Like the handles and headrest. She looked disgusted. Over at Dilbert’s side, well he was gazing over the cardio room and picking something on his neck. As I was looking he got it loose, whatever it was, and ate it! ATE IT!! I think I said ‘ew’ out loud, but I am not sure. My music was cranked up.

So now I was debating which of the 2 machines were less violated. There was the one that clearly stunk, or the one with Dilbert’s dirty handles from his face picking (which at this point he was really squeezing and working…)

I went with smelly. It is the gym after all. One expects a certain level of funk. But one shouldn’t be confronted with these kinds of choices so early in the morning.

tagged: fitness exercise 24 hour picking sniffing funk squeezing smelly dilbert