:: Saturday, June 19, 2004 ::

For obvious reasons, I suppose, it makes me so much more angry when adults are rude than when children are.

My gym is like an oven, at all times of day. 6:00a.m.? Yep, oven. Sun yet risen? Nope. Oven? Yes. So it's always a mad scramble to be the first one there, so you can point one of the precious, prescious malfunctioning fans at yourself while you work out. Today, to my joy, there was one unused fan, pointed at the empty rowing machines. So I turn it off, pick it up, and start to walk it toward my treadmill. It is only at this point that the woman on the treadmill nearby, who has been watching me do this for about, oh, 20-30 seconds, while doing her stupid power-walking-while-punching-her-fists-in-the-air thing, condescends to sneer/screech "heeey!" at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry...? Were you using this?"
"Yes. (sneer)"
"... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. (pause) Um, how is it... does it bounce off the back wall, or...?"
"No. It's creating ambiance. All of them."

Okay, so I'm not kidding. In a cardio room with 5 people in it, she was seriously offended that I would have the gall to try and take one of the 3 fans in her area, which wasn't even pointing at her, into my small unventilated corner. If she'd only been polite about it - "Oh, sorry, I'm actually using that." - I might not have minded. But it was the waiting, the screech, and the attitude that it was so obvious that she was using it, that she needed her "ambiance" of air blowing around in her general area, though not at her. And when the bitch finally left and I stole the fan back, it started malfunctioning again (as its been doing all week). Dammit.

If only an air conditioner could be practical in that place.

Gah.

~song~ Nick Drake - Road

:: Katy 12:17 p.m. [+] :: ::