You know mirror-guy. In a two-hour workout, he'll never once break eye contact with himself. Every gym has a treadmill-sprinter. Come on, man. If you're going to run that fast, just go to a track. It's loud and frightening. Grunters build up to every rep with some primal exhalation.
Some day you'll ask the gym-rat-dad if khakis and a ratty polo are really the best workout clothes.
And while no one's ever seen Chatty Kathy actually pick up a weight, whether on the phone or in person she accomplishes a lot of socializing.
The gym just breeds annoying personae. This sweaty temple nurtures those sinewy-monsters it's created, providing them with an incredibly vibrant habitat in which to exasperate the rest of us even further.
"I can't stand having that sweat spot and I have to go and use the seat. That's pretty disgusting," one gym-goer said.
Another said: "When guys don't re-rack their weights. They build the machine, but they don't take it apart."
"Talking on the telephone," was another complaint.
"The most annoying thing in the gym is when I'm working out and I have people interrupting me like now," a guy told me.
But these characters didn't evolve overnight. The gymnasium dates back to ancient Greece where athletes exercised in the nude. Think that didn't get annoying?
So from the bros huddled over the bench-press whispering sweet nothings into their buddy's ear to the guy who never learned to put his toys away to the rookie unsure of how to use the equipment we actually salute you for keeping a mundane and often unpleasant activity entertaining.
Without our friend in a tight shirt sharking for babes or the know-it-all providing unsolicited advice what would we do? Work out?