"TRUE F**G STORY….THE GYM RAT…"

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Today's "TRUE F**G STORY….THE GYM RAT" © stevenn beck

You just cannot make this stuff up!

This morning I returned to the gym after taking a few days off due to my recurring upper respiratory issues. I had a particularly good workout. But I came away with an even better story. Twenty minutes into my routine I heard a commotion at the front desk, which is pretty much in my direct line of vision if I am paying attention. A fairly nondescript, diminutive middle-aged guy - dressed in business attire - was arguing with the receptionist. You see, New York Sports Clubs supplies towels - and this guy wanted TEN of them. The receptionist said no - some towels have to be saved for other members as well - and the two of them started to argue. The gym manager - hanging tough and backing up his employee - came out of his office and allowed the guy to take all ten towels with him to the men's locker room.

Five minutes later this member - for convenience we will call him "Larry" - walked back to the main area of the gym to workout. He carried his coat and gym nag over his shoulders; he was now attired in appropriate workout clothes. The towels were nowhere to be seen. (I had no idea where he'd placed his business clothing.) Larry then worked out at the three machines closest to my workout station (perhaps for all of fifteen minutes) then disappeared, taking his boat and gym bag with him. "Half-time"…and I went back to the restroom for a moment. "Larry" was in there, completely naked, engaged in an animated conversation on his cell phone. He'd evidently grabbed some more towels from another location in the gym because the locker room floor was now almost completely covered with white towels. In addition there was a trail of white towels stretching from the locker room to the showers and back. And the area around the three sinks were ALSO surround by towels. All of his clothing hung in an area to the side of one of the basins; the gym bag neatly tucked underneath the sink. The man clearly did not want to use a locker. Nor walk on the locker room floor (i guess). I just shook my head - I had places to be and things to do…

Flash forward an hour...returning to the locker room to put my workout gloves away and hit the restroom one more time before doing my cardio, I saw "Larry" STILL pacing up and down, STILL sans clothing, STILL on his cell phone engaged in animated conversation. WTF? Again I shook my head, went back out to do my forty minutes of treadmill.

Cardio over, I walked back again with a little…..trepidation? "Larry" was no where to be found. Or heard. He'd left us all a present however...the white gym towels were all exactly where he had left them. Now running a little late for an appointment, I kicked some of the towels aside, went in to take a shower - finished and was in the middle of combing my hair when..."Larry" - fully dressed in his business clothes, wearing his coat, his gym bag slung over a shoulder - burst back into the locker room. "My cell phone!" he screamed excitedly. "I can't find my F***G cell phone!" I looked at him in disbelief. "You were in here for the last hour talking on it!" He looked back at me as if I was the crazy person and repeated his question "Where's my F**G cell phone!" Ok "Larry" - calm down - I asked for the phone number and called him. The cell phone rang. It was in his gym bag. Without thanking me "Larry" blew out of there…leaving me with the realization that he now had my cell phone number on his phone.

On my way out I spoke to the gym manager. "Larry" had not visited this particular location before. Well- with any luck, maybe he won't visit again…

I started off by saying you just cannot make this stuff up…

TRUE F***G STORY!

Bye for now- be safe!

Stevenn