Rule #2 is also a restroom rule. If there are 14 stalls and I'm in one on the end and every other one in the whole freaking place is empty, do NOT take the stall next to mine. I mean, really? Is that necessary? Why would someone even do that? Pretty sure my lightly flavored ice water exited my nose onto my keyboard when I read, "I'm still very concerned about the possibility of asparagus sweat being a thing." That might be the funniest thing I've read all week long. I admit too that when hubby and I were going to the gym regularly a couple of years ago, we had nicknames for everyone there. We didn't actually know any of them, but we used the names so we could mention something we noticed. There were: Redneck grandmaRedneck daughterShow off (he would look around to make sure that people were watching what he was about to do next) - turns out, he's a really nice guyRunning woman - this woman is like 60+ years old and is a BEAST. She could seriously kick somebody's arse. Perfume
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