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Originally Posted by zx10guy
Past few days of being in the gym have been unbearable. There's this specific individual that literally stinks up the place. When he has ripened as well as aged cheese, it's literally torture being any where near him. So bad that I swear, I can almost taste his funk.
Last night he was in rare form. There was this lingering stentch of BO all over the gym. I looked around and didn't see him at first. I later saw him and realized the funk was from him. I tried to distance myself from him as much as possible but everytime I go to one part of the gym, PePe Le Pew would drift over. I want to bring air freshener to spray the dude down or throw a bar of soap/deodorant at him.
How bad does it have to get before the management of the gym would even say something to somebody such as this stinker?
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This is one of the many reasons I could never work out at a public gym. This and 100 other forms of rudeness. I was made to take swimming lessons at the Y as a kid against my will. That place was a shithole. Now that I'm all grown up, I wouldn't go to a gym for any price. I'm on the bike 8-10 hours a week year-round, and I do a dumbbell and kettle bell workout at home 3 or 4 times a week. I do all kinds of physical chores at my cabin; I fell and split and stack 10 cords of firewood a year. I need a gym about like Stevie Wonder needs a telescope.