So far this is by far the funniest post I've ever read.
My workout partner and I have a name for everyone in the gym. The hot girl that was first seen with FSU on the ass of her shorts is appropriately referred to as "FSU", and so on. It makes sense
Well there is this annoying fuck at the gym. In his late 50's. Wears black all the time and this black or baby blue ski hat. Not so odd...? Well folks this is Boca Raton, Florida. He has a squinty eye and never shuts up. Spitting image of Popeye. Hence the name... Popeye. He's known by everybody at the gym by this. He will do any excercise where there are people to talk to around. He even gets close., my partner or I will elevate the DEFCON level so we know that he's there. There's 3 rules when he's aroung.
#1 don't make eye contact
#2 if he talks to you anyway don't talk back
#3 refer back to rule #1 and repeat
The 1st time you talk to him, he thinks he's your friend and never shuts up. Ever. Days later. I've seen too many people make the mistake of talking to him, even if just to tell him to shut up and go away.
The one thing I hate more than that is people who leave the dumbells wherever they finished using them. Well Popeye decided he was going to do this as well. We are at DEFCON 5 (he's working out right next to us) and Popeye and leaving his dumbells. Not just one set, but the 15's 20's 25's and 30's. This was a dangerous combination, not to mention I was in week 6 of a cycle. As he's walking away I start launching these dumbells at him telling him to put his fucking shit away, because people can get hurt by these things laying around because assholes like me will start throwing them. Well he didn't dare come back, scared the shit out of him...myself as well. Regardless, after this situation we don't ever get to DEFCON 2. He won't come near us.