Angry fellow

I forgot to post this last week. Last week I'm working out at the gym and I ran into the guy I'm going to call "Anger Man". You know, there are all sorts at the gym, but most people kind of keep to themselves and are friendly and polite. This guy stuck right out to me.

First off, I spend a lot of time on the elliptical. There are TV's in front of them, but I normally ignore them and listen to music . So this guy comes in and starts punching buttons on the TV (pressing really really hard - as if the TV might change channels faster, the harder he pressed) to find what he likes, and goes immediately to the treadmill and pounds away. (Yeah - treadmill people are more intense, but jeez...) He does his "power workout" or whatever, and then leaves.

I catch up with him in the locker room, and yes, it turns out he's one of those parader types. Some guys sneak in and out really fast or go home to take their showers. It's more efficient for me to get mine at the gym, so I do that. But this guy is the flaunter type. He spent nearly the entire time in the locker room totally naked. What a dope.

The coup de grace for me, was that he also felt inclined to complain (loudly, of course) to this poor guy who apparently knows him, about how unruly and annoying his kids are. The listening guy left, probably as quickly as he could, and I left soon after, apparently leaving this guy to shave in naked contemplative silence. I'd say he was probably happy to have the entire locker room, if not gym, to himself, except he probably did not even notice the difference, oblivious to the world that must oppress him so.

Perhaps it's ironic that I vent about someone who clearly thinks he's the belly button of the universe on a blog with my name for the title, that I write as if everyone I know reads, but in fact very few people read.