Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Tales from the Gym

I woke up this morning at 5:30 am to go the the gym...I do this sometimes, I do not know why. It always amuses me to see what signs are posted there. For instance, the yellow "Caution: Wet Floor" cone is there to help me figure out that tile floor in the shower area may cause a danger...I need that kind of help as I am very slow. I also take great amusement at reading the signs over hot tubs. I've seen some real fun rules like "throwing rocks, furniture, or missiles of any kind is strictly prohibited"...no shit! If you have open wounds, diarrea, or a child that is not bathroom trained please do not use hot tub...seriously, that needs to be written?

Sadly, I see no signs of any kind in place that could truly protect me. Like the "Caution: weird guy with fish-net boxer briefs stretching in main walkway" sign (could have used that sign this morning). Another helpful sign would be posted over the couch and read "Rubbing moisterizer or liquid of any kind on your frank and beans while watching ESPN is strictly prohibited".

I just can not get over the fact that guys think they are at home. I hear loud belches, lots of "hocking" up "loogies" and conversations that would make Andrew Dice Clay blush. I would be a lot happier in general if more folks realized the difference between publicly acceptable and privately acceptable...that's all I'm saying.

I know for a fact that the Five Guys have stories to add to this.

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