So I'm on the ol tread mill at the gym tonight. Get about 4:00 into my groove, and this schlub hops the ride next to me.
Now, he was in the locker room when I got there, and camped out right next to my locker. I managed to get dressed quicker than him, and out I went.
Well, at any rate, he sidles up to me, and WHAM! I get an instant shot of funk right in the old snot locker! I mean it was an olfactory assault the likes of which I can hardly describe.
At first.....I thought it was farm scent. Little bit of alfalfa and buckwheat gone bad on a hot summer's day. I tried to tough it off. After a few more seconds, I realized it was just plain old nasty dirty gym bag funk! Not normal B.O...... But the odoriferous "WTF?" that comes with "workout" clothing worn time and time again without washing!!!!
I've seen this cat at the club before, and I'll tell you.......He sweats like a University of Miami Afalete at a Dade County rape line-up.
Now, what would possess this turd to wear the same duds more than once without washing is beyond me, but I have not smelled anything like that since junior high gym class! In a fit of sensory panic, my mind locked up and trailed off at the same moment. The only idea I could come up with to combat the smell, was to speed up the pace of my machine as if to try and outrun it!
I need not tell you it didn't work. This momentary lapse was quickly snapped backed into check, and I decided I could no longer nose the smell of this ogre. I stopped my machine a mere 6:30 into my workout by slamming the STOP button with jarring force. I stormed off of the machine, and headed to the locker room.
I was ready to stick my face in the dirty towel bin, just to shake the stench from my nostrils! I was now living that Seinfeld episode with the valet parking guy who polluted the car! I mean......I could STILL smell this fukker on MY CLOTHES!
Ok.....I was all prepared to go back out and re-start my workout, but now I'm saddled with the prospect of people thinking I smell like sock boy, too!
Fukk it. I hauled ass home, and hopped in the shower.
I finally feel some semblance of normalcy again, but I know I will see this oaf again tomorrow...........Gadzooks! I might just piss in his locker, now that I know where it is. On second thought......maybe someone's beat me to it?
Now, he was in the locker room when I got there, and camped out right next to my locker. I managed to get dressed quicker than him, and out I went.
Well, at any rate, he sidles up to me, and WHAM! I get an instant shot of funk right in the old snot locker! I mean it was an olfactory assault the likes of which I can hardly describe.
At first.....I thought it was farm scent. Little bit of alfalfa and buckwheat gone bad on a hot summer's day. I tried to tough it off. After a few more seconds, I realized it was just plain old nasty dirty gym bag funk! Not normal B.O...... But the odoriferous "WTF?" that comes with "workout" clothing worn time and time again without washing!!!!
I've seen this cat at the club before, and I'll tell you.......He sweats like a University of Miami Afalete at a Dade County rape line-up.
Now, what would possess this turd to wear the same duds more than once without washing is beyond me, but I have not smelled anything like that since junior high gym class! In a fit of sensory panic, my mind locked up and trailed off at the same moment. The only idea I could come up with to combat the smell, was to speed up the pace of my machine as if to try and outrun it!
I need not tell you it didn't work. This momentary lapse was quickly snapped backed into check, and I decided I could no longer nose the smell of this ogre. I stopped my machine a mere 6:30 into my workout by slamming the STOP button with jarring force. I stormed off of the machine, and headed to the locker room.
I was ready to stick my face in the dirty towel bin, just to shake the stench from my nostrils! I was now living that Seinfeld episode with the valet parking guy who polluted the car! I mean......I could STILL smell this fukker on MY CLOTHES!
Ok.....I was all prepared to go back out and re-start my workout, but now I'm saddled with the prospect of people thinking I smell like sock boy, too!
Fukk it. I hauled ass home, and hopped in the shower.
I finally feel some semblance of normalcy again, but I know I will see this oaf again tomorrow...........Gadzooks! I might just piss in his locker, now that I know where it is. On second thought......maybe someone's beat me to it?