Oh man, this strip is perfect because basically the opposite thing happened to me today.
I was at the gym this morning, working the weight machines. My gym is organized so that the machines are sorted buy muscle group, and I was in the "working the arm's area." There was a guy on the machine I wanted, so rather than just rudely standing there waiting for him, I sat down at the machine next to his (so as to appear to be occupied and not rush the guy), and as soon as I did, I caught sight of his thighs, or more specifically his legs as a whole. He had basically the skinny-est legs I've ever seen - basically no calf muscle, and at his thigh, just the weirdest, most out of place, outer thigh muscle bulges, with no other surrounding muscular tissue, that seems sort of attached to his otherwise emaciatedly skinny legs. And I only realized after he left (probably in discomfort) that I was just agog at him, gazing in slack-jawed wonder at his singularly defined thigh muscles, until he got off the machine.
The gym is a mysterious world of etiquette. I'm always pissed at this one older lady who always towels off the machines before she uses them, but then doesn't towel them off when she's done. Sooo rude!
Also, as a little side story about the gym: Several months ago, I was at the gym, running on the elliptical machine as usual, when the machine I was on malfunctioned in a very significant way involving the sudden seizing-up of all the mechanisms on the right leg side of the machine, and total loss of tension on the left leg. It was a violent wrenching while I was on it, and it sort of hurt. I walked up to the service counter and the two men behind the counter were embroiled in an intense, whispering dispute. They were both so focused on their argument that they didn't even notice me standing there. They were arguing over who would follow a certain gym patron into the locker and shower area. The older guy behind the counter, with much signalling with hands so that I knew exactly to whom they were both referring, was basically instructing the younger guy behind the counter to follow this patron into the locker room and shower "because he is a pervert, a child molester" or something to that effect, and the younger guy was emphatically refusing to do so saying something to the regard that "watching perverts shower" was not part of his job. The older guy played the seniority card and the younger guy finally submitted that he would follow the pervert into the shower, but that if the pervert so much as touched him or anyone else in the locker room... then they both saw me at the counter and halted their conversation. I told them about the broken machine and walked away.
I couldn't help but notice that the "pervert" to which they were referring was a hard-to-miss regular patron about 6'8 and the build of a football play, who I see there almost every time I go to the gym. I went over to my SO, who I was working out with, and told him what I had just heard, and he looked at the alleged pervert and noted that he was so huge that it would take at least three guys to take him down." In fact, he's still there years later, and I saw him there yesterday. In my head I've labelled him "the pedophile football player," and he's just a normal part of the scenery to me now.
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