Barnmouse Blitherings

To the guy walking on the treadmill beside me in socks,

*chanelling Bill Lumburgh* Yeeeaaaaahhh…kaaaayyy….I’m gonna have to go ahead and…yeeeaaahhh….ask you to just…just put your shoes back on. Kaaay? Yeeeaaaah. *takes sip from mug of coffee* Alrighty then.

*chanelling barnmouse* Seriously! Dude! Gross! Put your damn shoes back on. WTF?! You’re not in your house. Sure, there are membership dues, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to follow a couple of rules. They won’t even let you in the mini-mart without shoes on and you think it’s alright to kick off your shoes on the treadmill to let your feet air out? Umm. No?

Nose-scrunchingly Yours,
barnmouse

And that’s not even the weirdest thing about this guy. When I got there, he had both shoes on and was walking like there was no tomorrow. Then, after I had been there about 10 minutes or so, he stops the treadmill, steps off and turns around and sits on it, breathing like he’s about to have a heart attack or something. At this point, I’m starting to worry. Am I going to have to call an ambulance? Then, to my surprise, he gets back up on the treadmill and starts up that same crazy pace again. Only this time….he’s only got one shoe on.

Huh? I have to tell myself not to stare.

About 3 minutes into his second workout, he slows the pace down a bit and then kicks off his other shoe. Right about now, I’m seriously considering just leaving. I don’t think I can NOT laugh anymore. Luckily, he leaves after about 10 more minutes, but not after using the “floor” of the treadmill as a seat again, breathing like he’s got a 3 pack a day habit.