DISCLAIMER: nothing terribly crazy/entertaining here, so you probably shoudln’t waste your time reading this…
I step into my relatively busy gym and put 35’s on a bar at shoulder height on the squat rack for my warm up set of push-press’s. I then go over to the cable machine to do my inside/outside shoulder rotations (only takes about a minute or two, so I know I wasn’t being too inconsiderate by leaving the bar with 35’s on it unused).
I finish my rotations, and as I start to head to the squat rack, I see your average college broski taking the bar (with 35’s) down and racking it on the permanently placed hip-height pegs (probably liked the look of the bar with 35’s on it, 115 is the perfect weight for the broski shrugs). I get within talking range and say
“hey man I was just about to start using that”
he says “oh, my bad”
So he begins to try to put the bar back up at shoulder height. I grin as I know I am about to watch this twinkie struggle to get the bar back up. Of all the techniques he could’ve used he went with the power-curl/assist-with-one knee/crooked method, I was thouroughly entertained, it was all i hoped it would be.
After a few sets of PP’s, I’m walking back from the fountain and I see this indian chick fidgeting with my bar/plates/collar. I’m closing in and getting ready to “inform” her about gym etiquette and how you don’t fucking touch bars/plates when someone else was using it like 28 seconds ago. I get there and shes is putting the collar back on, my plates are still intact (so WTF was she doing/planning on doing?). She was struggling to get the clamp back on with all her might, so I said “I got it”.