I have a serious gym-related pet peeve.
If you are going to be on a machine at the gym, shut your fucking cell phone off. I'm serious. There may be nothing more annoying on the PLANET than a gym cell-phone talker. I'm on a treadmill running my ass off. My feet hurt, my legs hurt, my chest is burning and I'm hauling my ass, sweating like a pig and breathing like I'm... well, running my ass off. Sometimes I'm concerned that I'm even personally irritating others around me by BREATHING TOO LOUD. There are 20 other equally miserable - and equally SILENT - people surrounding me. None of us want to hear the tall, pretty, skinny blonde with her little beer gut strolling on the elliptical machine in her Tiffany jewelry not even breaking a sweat chit-chat with her BFF about their bar-hopping plans for the evening, and how Orlando Bloom is "oh my God, SOOO cute" and her vintage blazer is "oh my God, SOOO last spring". The endorphins and adrenaline coursing through my veins could, in fact, potentially cause me to think that strangling her with my own bare hands and drowning her in a pool of sweat might actually be fun. Never mind that I'm doing all of this running and am completely unsuccessful in getting away from the source of my agitation. This only manages to ADD to my annoyance.
So just shut it the hell off for your 20 minute "workout", okay? Thanks.
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