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That was fun–you guys miss childhood, too! Good to know I’m not the only one who grew up and became kinda disillusioned with fast food and candy and tv.

And now…people I see on a regular basis at the 24-Hour Fatness (fitness) by my house:

Smelly Dude: There’s a really large guy who always wears Hawaiian shirts, and all I ever see him do is walk around, and sometimes park himself at the machine which causes the least amount of working out in the entire place: you know the one…where you sit down and pedal your arms around. Also, this guy smells. He smells so bad that there is a 20-foot range of smell around him, like with Linus from Peanuts with the smell lines.

Barbie and Barbie Jr.: Some of the girls I see at the gym are normal and are there to actually exercise. Other girls I see are wearing heavy make-up and skimpy attire (even by gym standards). I don’t mind this, except when these girls congregate in groups on the machines I need to use, and just chat with each other. They kinda remind me of a large paperweight that somebody gives you and you put it on your desk, but everytime you reach for your stapler THERE’S THAT PAPERWEIGHT and it’s big and in your way, and you just end up shoving it into a desk drawer.

Muscle Man and Friends: I like to go to the gym in the daytime to avoid Muscle Man and Friends. I’m pretty sure these guys actually live at the gym full-time, like with a cot at night, even. They have many ridiculous tattoos, block walkways, talk loudly with other muscle men about their muscles, and every once in a while grunt loudly while picking up a barbell for show. Just so they don’t forget why they’re there.

You’re-Wasting-My-Time, Inc.
The kiddos who work at the gym are their own brand of crazy, as well. When we come in there are never less than 4 of them up front flirting with each other, and it usually takes awhile for them to notice that we’re there. If any of them are on the phone, it takes an additional 30 seconds at least. Then, if they need to hand you any paperwork, their mondo acrylics complicate matters and you’re on board for another minute and a half. I loooooove Victorville!

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