So a woman walks into the gym last nite...
...with two hungry, hungry Oprah friends. As I began to walk over to them, I notice one of them has fresh twinkie filling on her chin.
What is the proper response:
1 - Ignore and try to keep from laughing.
2 - Tell her she has twinkie splooge on her and laugh out loud.
I tried number 1, and she asked me what I was smiling about. I told her that I was just glad that she and her friends(herd) could join us. She procedes to stomp over to the bike and rides for a few minutes on level 1, and then asks me why she is STILL robust.
She then wants a bodyfat analysis. I'm thinking "fuck me" cause those digital calipers ain't going to be big enough(plus, you know, the thought of doing it sorta scared me). SO - I grab the mojo-sized ones. The thigh and ab pinch was to big for the calipers, so I had to do a one-site based on the tricep. Oh man!! Was she pissed at me cause the calipers wouldn't fit.
WHAT THE CRAP!!!!
FLASH FORWARD TO THE NEXT VISIT:
So - the Twinkie woman hits the gym last nite...
....I check her out from across the gym...Hmmmm...no twinkie filling on chin this time....no evidence of binge eating on the way....Whew!! Ok. Before I could get to her, she procedes to stomp her way over to the treadmill and gets on. I politely tell her that there is a waiting list on the wall and that she needs to put her name down. She doesn't understand. I tell her that she has to get off, that there is someone that has been waiting. She wants to know who it is.......Well, the person in question walks over and I wave to her to stay out of it. Well Wilda saw her and says to me "What does SHE need the treadmill for?? I NEED it more than her..."
At this point, the local female cop told her that she could go ahead if she wanted. I asked her if she was sure that it was ok, she said yes. So WIlda begins to stomp, ever so slowly first 1.0 mph then 1.5 mph then the speed levels out at a whopping 1.6 mph. By this time, there is like 30 people in the gym and my attention gets diverted elsewhere. After I guess 7 or 8 minutes, I look up and Wilda has disappeared. Well - I motion for the cop to go ahead and get on.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flies open and I hear a gutteral moan that sounds like Wilda. "Nooooooo!!!!" She cried from across the gym, "I wasn't finished" So, I'm like FUCK! Ok Wilda, you got off the treadmill, and it wasn't on pause. It had totally cleared it's memory which means that you had been gone for at least 2 minutes. Cop was here first anyway, let's put you on a bike and you can walk later if you wish.
Wilda mad. Wilda grabs purse and storms out.
Flash forward to 20 minutes later. I hear a couple of chicks talking about this weird woman that was in the changing/bathroom area. Sounds like Wilda. I try to hear part of the conversation:
Chick 1 - "Did you see that woman in the bathroom. That was strange."
Chick 2 - "Yeah, I thought so, too. I can understand wanting to get to the gym and stuff, but man, eat on the way here or something....."
That got my attention. I asked what were they talking about. It appears that Wilda got off the treadmill to slam down a piece of pizza that she smuggled in to the gym.
True story.