Hit the gym late yesterday afternoon for a quick workout. It was me and four other guys there. Finished lifting (chest, shoulders, back, abs) and decided to do a treadmill powerwalk since boxing was on one of the two TVs and I was already 3 rounds into watching it out of the corner of my eye.
About five minutes into the walk this huge, middle-age lady comes in, walks over to the cardio deck, grabs the remote and asks if I’m watching the fight. Um, yeah. So she moves the fight to the TV farthest from the cardio deck (huh?) and spends the next ten minutes surfing for something to watch on the closest TV.
Eventually the lady hones in on the family channel, where some movie called Snow Dogs is playing. Fine. I don’t care. I can still watch the boxing. I’ll have a wrenched neck when I’m done, but hey … who cares?
Then, five minutes before I’m done (the first fight has ended, the second has started) this 30-something couple walk in. The babe immediately walks over, stands right in front of the cardio deck, looks up at the two TVs and says something to her (obviously pussy-whipped) partner.
I’m going to guess she told him her idea of going to the gym was fine because look, you can watch the game right here! Why do I think that? A hunch. (And the pissy look on his face.) Then he grabs the remote and without so much as a glance in any direction, changes the channel from the fight to basketball.
'Scuse me?
Let’s just say that had I not been about 2 minutes shy of done I would have totally lost it. As it was, I was irked.
I finish up and while basketball boy is still dicking around with the remote, I walk over, tap him on the shoulder and say, “BTW, yes, I was watching the fights and have been for the last 40 minutes. In the future you might want to ask the people on the cardio deck if they’re actually watching something before you pretend this is your own living room and personal entertainment center.”
Cappy