My wife told me about this thread, after I told her this story:
I am in the gym last night doing shoulder and arms. This new 30-something black man has been there at night for the last 4-5 days. He is not obese, but definitely at the beginning stage of bodybuilding, where he could benefit from basic squatting and benching, push-ups and pullups. Anyway this tool starts trying to move the decline bench, which is quite heavy, and is only lifted solo by the heaviest guys for 10 ft to drag it over to the smith machine. I'm doing concentration curls, and this idiot puts the decline bench upside down on its roller pad, and he is just pushing away at this heavy thing balanced upside down on a 4 inch metal roller. Of course the thing is not budging, and each push topples the thing to crashing, and he wrenches his back, screams, and catches the bench, putting it back into precarious position to start all over again! Keep in mind he is doing this all about four feet from my head while I'm doing curls. So I start thinking, "Jesus Christ! Either I'm going to get seriously injured, he is, or both." Putting out my hand and standing up I say, "Whoa! Whoa! Most guys take this in pairs, don't be afraid to ask for help. It's real heavy!" He answers sheepishly, "Oh I was just going to roll it?!?" He then shoves it a few more times and bits of the rubber rolling pad shred off and go flicking around the gym! This leaves the rolling pad in tatters. Believe it or not, I'm still not angry, despite over a gram of anabolics in my system and a hellacious pump. I figure he is new, a little scared and unsure, afraid to ask for help, and, well, we all looked a little foolish at one time starting. So I grab the bench, lay it flat pick it up, as I can carry it myself short distances. But to save face, I tell the guy to grab the head and we'll team carry. He does so. I say, "Where we going?" but start backing toward the smith machine. He says, "Oh no! I'm going to the machine cables?!?" The cables out of the free weight room, almost to the nautilus, 200ft away! (and right by the hammer strength decline bench if you like chest machines . . . ) I'm still not mad, ... yet ... I figure, what the hell, it's a free country, and a little deadlift never hurt anyone. So we move it over there, with him dropping his non-assistance for the last 50-70ft

Feel the burn! Anyway I put it down and he says, "Thanks." I start to walk away . . . and now the good part ...
All the sudden he grabs the shredded foot roller (the one he just ripped that is) and says, "Jesus fuckin' christ! Huh man? (Pointing at the roller) I've been here a week and they never fix shit like this!" You mean the roller you just broke!?! I look at him in stunned disbelief. He continues, "If they don't start fixing shit like this I'm going to find me somewhere else to go!" My blood starts to boil now. I can only respond with utter confusion, "You expect them to follow you around with a shovel fixing things as you break them? I sure hope to god you find somewhere else to go, and fast!" As I walk away, I notice he gets on the decline bench, grabs for cables, does two reps, makes a funny face like the angle or feel is wrong, then he gets up and leaves it there! Walking away he waves his hands dismissively at the decline bench as if to say, "Broken shit doesn't work right anyway." He then wanders off to further his path of destruction, and probably bitch somemore about how equipment is left all over in the weirdest places, broken and fucked-up! Yeah BY HIM! lol He wins the award for the dumbest ass I've ever met at the gym in January.