- Feb 13, 2001
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May day started showing up late for a test. It's something the class can form teams on and work together.
There is this guy in the class (I should have known better) that I think thinks he is Rambo or Chuck Norris. He has gun erasers, gun shirts, even draws guns in class...anyway I get in late and ask how much time we get? and he yells out "YOU'RE NOT IN OUR GROUP, SO I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!"...then he adds in "NEENER NEENER NEENER" and points his fingers at me like a gun and fires a couple times.
Hopefully we don't have another columbine....
So I get a call from my g/f to come pick her up at Curves because they had to tow her car due to the alternator dying.
I get there and there is a guy working out...he seems a little strange with wrist bands and a headband on, plus those 70's style soccer shorts. He has a pile of stuff under the one bench they have in the area, something about "Richard Simmons: My Life, My Love" on the cover of his training log.
So he does three reps with the arm weights while roaring like a madman and goes and gets water again, then flexes again in the mirror yelling "I WILL BE JUST LIKE YOU RICHARD!" and comes back and does another three reps. We want to go, and my girl wants to get her abs in. The guy isn't getting it and anything she goes to start he runs back and jumps on the bench.
I had enough so I put my foot up on it to keep him from jumping back on it shoving her out of the way...it goes like this:
'Richard': You going to clean that for me?
me: Huh? When to you think you will be done? Can she work in a set of abs?
'Richard': You going to clean this bench for me?
me: Why? it's your sweat all over the freaking thing, don't you have a towel?
'Richard': I AIR DRY BABY <flexes at me>
my gf: Honey, let's go...we had an incident with this guy a few weeks ago..
'Richard': ( dripping heavy sarcasm dickhead attitude picks up his Richard Simmons book and points to the cover) YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!
Me: Easy tiger, go back to your sweating to the oldies...
'Richard': (as he is wiping down the bench, same shitty attitude) YEAH TIME TO SWEAT! CAN SOMEONE TURN ON THE OLDIES...HELLO! STATION PLEASE! HEEEELLLLLOOOOO!
Me: wow just wow
damn we bailed. Apparently this guy is pre-op so they have to let him workout there to whatever fuked up laws they have now.
Hopefully today is better.
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There is this guy in the class (I should have known better) that I think thinks he is Rambo or Chuck Norris. He has gun erasers, gun shirts, even draws guns in class...anyway I get in late and ask how much time we get? and he yells out "YOU'RE NOT IN OUR GROUP, SO I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!"...then he adds in "NEENER NEENER NEENER" and points his fingers at me like a gun and fires a couple times.
Hopefully we don't have another columbine....
So I get a call from my g/f to come pick her up at Curves because they had to tow her car due to the alternator dying.
I get there and there is a guy working out...he seems a little strange with wrist bands and a headband on, plus those 70's style soccer shorts. He has a pile of stuff under the one bench they have in the area, something about "Richard Simmons: My Life, My Love" on the cover of his training log.
So he does three reps with the arm weights while roaring like a madman and goes and gets water again, then flexes again in the mirror yelling "I WILL BE JUST LIKE YOU RICHARD!" and comes back and does another three reps. We want to go, and my girl wants to get her abs in. The guy isn't getting it and anything she goes to start he runs back and jumps on the bench.
I had enough so I put my foot up on it to keep him from jumping back on it shoving her out of the way...it goes like this:
'Richard': You going to clean that for me?
me: Huh? When to you think you will be done? Can she work in a set of abs?
'Richard': You going to clean this bench for me?
me: Why? it's your sweat all over the freaking thing, don't you have a towel?
'Richard': I AIR DRY BABY <flexes at me>
my gf: Honey, let's go...we had an incident with this guy a few weeks ago..
'Richard': ( dripping heavy sarcasm dickhead attitude picks up his Richard Simmons book and points to the cover) YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME, YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS!
Me: Easy tiger, go back to your sweating to the oldies...
'Richard': (as he is wiping down the bench, same shitty attitude) YEAH TIME TO SWEAT! CAN SOMEONE TURN ON THE OLDIES...HELLO! STATION PLEASE! HEEEELLLLLOOOOO!
Me: wow just wow
damn we bailed. Apparently this guy is pre-op so they have to let him workout there to whatever fuked up laws they have now.
Hopefully today is better.
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