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sebastian_dangerfield
Fuuuuuuuck. Add that to the list causes of my first heart attack. I never sign that shit because I believe in the concept that a gym is first come/first serve.
The tyranny of the sign up sheet is unreal. A month ago I was running on some starimaster type thing and this skinny little fucking twit comes strutting over and starts pointing at his ears. I ignored the fucker and kept reading. Fucker gets right in front of my book and makes the motion for me to remove my headphones. I obliged and he got fucking snippy. "I signed up for this." I loked at the wall and confirmed he was right. I bit my lip, leaving my sole revenge not wiping the machine down. The guy stood there for a sec expecting me to wipe it down, giving me a look. Unreal. There were open machines everywhere, he clearly fucked with me, and was waay fucking smaller than me (and I'm not a big guy). I'm still baffled. I think the guy thought the sign up sheet conferred some entitlement to treat me like a bitch.
I hate people.
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So you make your wife make all the dinner reservations. Got it.
